She reached out, not to touch your face, but to brush a stray hair from your collar. Her knuckles grazed your jugular — deliberately.
I’ve interpreted the prompt as a creative character sketch / scene for a gothic romance / lifestyle brand concept. The Velvet Vice GothGirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys Passionat...
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 reached out, not to touch your face,