At night, just outside the mansion, a black van came to a smooth stop. A young woman stepped out, the cool air brushing against her skin as she crossed her arms. Her mid-length, straight black hair—threaded with dark red highlights—cascaded softly under the glow of the moonlight.
She wore her usual fierce, confident expression, sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with quiet intensity. Her dark eyes, set in an almond shape, paired with her defined brows, gave her an intimidating presence—one that made people hesitate before approaching. But whenever she tried to purse her lips, two dimples betrayed her, instantly softening the severity of her face and causing that fierce look to fade.
She was dressed in a black tube top beneath a dark red fur jacket, matching fur gloves hugging her wrists. Her black, furry high boots clicked against the stone floor as she moved forward, the sound echoing faintly through the night. Moments later, the other backseat door opened.
