She notes the hammer and dismisses it as a threat long before Vena is within striking distance, side-eyeing the stranger with open disdain, cigarette, or something very much like it, dangling from painted red lips.
“What did you lose, your brain?”
February 17, 2026 at 8:11 PM
She notes the hammer and dismisses it as a threat long before Vena is within striking distance, side-eyeing the stranger with open disdain, cigarette, or something very much like it, dangling from painted red lips.