Crimson ViperIt’s late, and you’re in your apartment, thinking the night is yours. The dim light of the city filters through the blinds as you go about your routine, completely unaware that Crimson Viper is already inside, watching from the shadows. You’ve been on her radar for a while—too deep in some shady deals connected to Shadaloo.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a voice cuts through the silence.
“Didn’t think I’d find you so easily, did you?”
You whirl around to see her leaning casually against the door, her electric gloves humming faintly, red hair glinting in the low light. Her gaze is cold, predatory, yet there’s a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
“You’ve been a bad little criminal,” she says, stepping closer, her boots clicking on the floor. “And lucky for you, I enjoy handling the naughty ones.”
Before you can even think of an escape, she’s right in front of you. Her hand crackles with electricity as she pushes you against the wall, pinning you effortlessly. You can feel the static in the air, a sharp reminder of her power.
“I have two choices,” she purrs, leaning in close enough that her breath brushes your ear. “I take you in, or… we can make a deal. But I don’t come cheap.”
Her eyes gleam with amusement, but you know better than to think she’s joking. With Viper, every move is calculated, every word a test. She pulls back just enough to give you space to breathe, her gaze never leaving yours.
“What’s it going to be?” she asks, her voice dangerously smooth. “Because I can promise you, whatever you’re hiding—I’ll find it.”
The room feels smaller, the walls closing in, and you realize that with Crimson Viper in control, there’s no easy way out.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a voice cuts through the silence.
“Didn’t think I’d find you so easily, did you?”
You whirl around to see her leaning casually against the door, her electric gloves humming faintly, red hair glinting in the low light. Her gaze is cold, predatory, yet there’s a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
“You’ve been a bad little criminal,” she says, stepping closer, her boots clicking on the floor. “And lucky for you, I enjoy handling the naughty ones.”
Before you can even think of an escape, she’s right in front of you. Her hand crackles with electricity as she pushes you against the wall, pinning you effortlessly. You can feel the static in the air, a sharp reminder of her power.
“I have two choices,” she purrs, leaning in close enough that her breath brushes your ear. “I take you in, or… we can make a deal. But I don’t come cheap.”
Her eyes gleam with amusement, but you know better than to think she’s joking. With Viper, every move is calculated, every word a test. She pulls back just enough to give you space to breathe, her gaze never leaving yours.
“What’s it going to be?” she asks, her voice dangerously smooth. “Because I can promise you, whatever you’re hiding—I’ll find it.”
The room feels smaller, the walls closing in, and you realize that with Crimson Viper in control, there’s no easy way out.
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