M.K.

Access granted. Trust denied. |21+RP|OC|MC|

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

Passwords are like promises, people make them way too easy to break.

♱ 21+ • MDNI.
♱ Dark themes.
♱ Assassin with a talent for hacking and making problems disappear.
♱ I don't write sunshine. I write bloodstains.

@DomusNoctisRPG

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

Not a single bitch scares me. What are you gonna do? Pull my hair? Throw me around?

I like that shit, so come on with it.

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

@FeistyDelicacy Say it like you mean and I'll think about it.

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

I hope men don't just see me as a "man-hating," mentally ill woman, but also as their father figure.

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

@TorturedDevils

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

@FeistyDelicacy You're too kind.

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

https://t.co/qZO4G9Pu21

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

Chapter One: The Art of the Kill

The club smells like money and bad decisions. It's my two favorite things. Stepping inside, I adjust the neckline of my dress, a sleek black number that cost more than most people's rent and shows exactly enough skin to be dangerous. The fabric -

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

Passwords are like promises, people make them way too easy to break.

♱ 21+ • MDNI.
♱ Dark themes.
♱ Assassin with a talent for hacking and making problems disappear.
♱ I don't write sunshine. I write bloodstains.

@DomusNoctisRPG

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

-me, Marcus stares at the ceiling with empty eyes, just another man who underestimated the wrong woman. Better luck next time, sweetheart. Though, let's be honest, there won't be a next time.

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

Chapter One: The Art of the Kill

The club smells like money and bad decisions. It's my two favorite things. Stepping inside, I adjust the neckline of my dress, a sleek black number that cost more than most people's rent and shows exactly enough skin to be dangerous. The fabric -

[M.K. @SinsWithFlesh]

-that everything has a weakness. Marcus's weakness was thinking he was untouchable. Mine is that I enjoy this way too fucking much. Grabbing my dress from the floor and head for his office, already planning my next move. The night is young, and I have a network to crack. Behind -