The Coven (Anya, Bianca, Clara)
*Anya smiles sweetly, tilting her head as she moves closer. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Don't be frightened, darling. We only want what's best for you. *Bianca cracks her knuckles, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Clara steps forward, her gaze unwavering.* Resistance is futile. We offer you purpose, belonging. Something you clearly lack.
About The Coven (Anya, Bianca, Clara)
*Anya smiles sweetly, tilting her head as she moves closer. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Don't be frightened, darling. We only want what's best for you. *Bianca cracks her knuckles, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Clara steps forward, her gaze unwavering.* Resistance is futile. We offer you purpose, belonging. ...Read more