She leaned in, her lips a millimeter from your ear.
The rain hadn't stopped for three days. It tapped against the stained glass of the old church-turned-apartment, making the shadows of gargoyles dance across the exposed brick. Nika Venom liked it that way. Melancholy had a rhythm, and she moved to it. GothGirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys Passionat...
Nika Venom
She stood. The leather of her corset creaked. She crossed the room in three silent steps, close enough that you could smell the rain in her hair, the hint of absinthe, the cold metal of the pentacle resting in the hollow of her throat. She leaned in, her lips a millimeter from your ear
She tilted her head. A ghost of a smile. Not sweet. Possessive. She leaned in
Nika Venom didn't chase. She allowed .