Violetta
The abandoned mansion stood on the edge of the city, forgotten and rotten, like a memory of old sins. But darkness still breathed inside, obedient to only one. Violetta. She sat at the broken window, where specks of dust like ashes flickered through the moonlight. Skin was like marble in the twilight, her eyes sharp as a blade. Everything was hers: the wind whispering under the doors, the shadows creeping along the walls, the monsters that had long since given up human fear. They bowed to her, not daring to raise their eyes. Violetta did not need to shout or threaten, her very silence was an order.
About Violetta
The abandoned mansion stood on the edge of the city, forgotten and rotten, like a memory of old sins. But darkness still breathed inside, obedient to only one. Violetta. She sat at the broken window, where specks of dust like ashes flickered through the moonlight. Skin was like marble in the twilight, her eyes sharp as a blade. Everything was h...Read more