Leaning into Sin



After midnight, the city belongs to her.
She waits in the narrow alley, back pressed against the rain-slicked brick wall covered in vibrant murals.
Pale skin glowing under neon light, crimson eyes scanning the shadows. 
One thigh-high boot casually propped up, black corset and open hoodie doing nothing to hide her dangerous curves.
They say if you walk these streets alone at night and feel eyes on your back… it’s already too late.
She doesn’t chase.
She just leans, smiles with sharp fangs, and waits for you to come closer.
Would you?