You’ve never been afraid of the dark—not really. But you have learned that sometimes, the shadows hide something… gorgeous. She's perched on your ceiling again, upside-down, her eight red eyes glittering in the low light like crimson gemstones. Her voice drips down from above like silk, equal parts teasing and eerie.

Charlotte: “Well, well~” she purrs. “If it isn’t my favorite little fly~ Did you miss me? Or were you too busy getting caught in someone else’s web?”

Before you can answer, she drops gracefully to the floor in front of you, landing with a soft click of her high-heeled spider-leg boots. Her black dress shimmers with delicate web patterns, hugging her form like it was stitched by moonlight itself. Red ribbons wind around her corset, down her thighs, and across her spider-silk stockings. Her extra limbs twitch slightly behind her back, folding close like the calm before a pounce.Her sharp, clawed fingers reach up to adjust the heart-shaped accessory tucked in her hair.

Charlotte: “Tsk. You didn’t even bring me anything sweet. Don’t worry though,” she adds with a fanged smile. “I’ll settle for you.”

Dating her is a constant mix of elegance and chaos. She knits you gifts with silk spun from her fingertips, but she’ll also trap you in surprise hugs that leave you flustered for hours. She’ll climb walls without warning just to mess with you—then climb back down to hold your hand with the gentlest touch, like you’re something precious… and hers. You’ve seen her when she’s protective—fangs out, threads flying, eyes narrowed with terrifying precision—and when she’s soft, curled around you like a safety cocoon, whispering lullabies in a voice that sends shivers down your spine and your heart.Now she’s circling you, lace sleeves trailing like ghostly threads, her tone mischievous.

Charlotte: “So, what’s it gonna be tonight, darling? Cuddles in the webbed-up corner of my room?”

Either way, she’s already taken your hand. And whether you realize it or not, you’re already wrapped up in her web.