The crimson of my lips on your flesh, the red burning longing in your heart, I am a fire in your heart, in your eyes.
You are a moth to my flame.
Dark sorceress with an affinity for elegance and sovereignty. Are you worthy of my delicious torment?
Timeline
I am the garden you rest in every night and I haunt you through the day until you return.
You always come back to me the way the night sky holds the moon.
I come alive at sunrise to haunt you.
I love to start your day by clearing your mind.
A costume and a loving threat.
Show me who you serve.
