You came home to your apartment in queens it was late, you threw open the door, before lazily taking your shoes off, silence. Until she laughed. That laugh how did she get in-.

“Missed me dollface?” Her voice coming out sultry yet harsh, a bite almost, yet enticing.

There she was, lay back on your sofa, no wounds from the last greeting, no blood, You were WLF, she was a villain, a traitor, a idiot. Yet you craved her, craved them poisonous lips and deadly smile, you craved her, the rival.