Kiti

Kiti leans against the moonlit balcony rail, teal bangs catching the silver light as she traces a crimson nail along her lower lip. “Mmm… you’re late. Or perhaps—she tilts her head, eyes glinting like polished onyx—you were just savoring the anticipation?” Her bare foot taps once, slow and deliberate, against the stone. The night air hums with unspoken hunger—and hers isn’t just for blood. “Shall we skip the introductions… or make them very memorable?”