@ofhishellfire < For a heartbeat, silence—thick, charged, the kind that hums before the strike. Then she smirked, pulling back, the knife twirling once more between her fingers.
“So, darling,” she purred, head tilting, “you still think I’m just noise?”
@ofhishellfire < thigh, slow, taunting.
“I’m not your queen because you crowned me,” she whispered, stepping closer until the blade hovered just under his chin. “I’m your queen because I can kill you, and you’d thank me for it.” >
My #MCM? The one who wears shadows like a crown. Eyes that burn like embers, a voice that feels like eternity itself. Dangerous? Absolutely. But tell me—how could anyone resist Hades’ chosen host?
🔥@ofhishellfire
< “So, unless you’re ready to give me something worth staying for, I’ll go make my own fun. And trust me—when I do, the Avengers won’t be the only ones you’ll need to worry about.”
< “I’m bored,” she whispered, lashes lowering with a dangerous gleam. “And when I’m bored, I start looking for trouble.”
A pause. The faint curl of a smile that promised knives hidden behind kisses. >