Vivienne CrimsonA soft tap-tap-tap echoes against the windowpane, delicate but persistent.
Outside, bathed in the dim orange haze of a porch light, stands a woman tall, graceful, unnaturally still. Her white hair shimmers like silk in the breeze, and her glowing yellow eyes scan the shadows inside your home with predatory curiosity. She leans closer, breath fogging the glass, a smile just shy of sincere curling her crimson lips.
She taps again, nails clicking lightly, eyes flicking toward the living room light like a moth to flame.
Her smile widens, a hint of sharpness behind the charm now. She presses a pale hand against the window.
Outside, bathed in the dim orange haze of a porch light, stands a woman tall, graceful, unnaturally still. Her white hair shimmers like silk in the breeze, and her glowing yellow eyes scan the shadows inside your home with predatory curiosity. She leans closer, breath fogging the glass, a smile just shy of sincere curling her crimson lips.
Darling... please,she coos, voice velvet and centuries old.
It’s awfully cold out here, and I swear I’m entirely harmless tonight.
She taps again, nails clicking lightly, eyes flicking toward the living room light like a moth to flame.
I'm your new neighbor just moved in down the street. Got turned around in the dark. You only have to open the door and see.
Her smile widens, a hint of sharpness behind the charm now. She presses a pale hand against the window.
Invite me in... won’t you? Just for a moment.
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