Hungry vampire

Velestra moves like a secret you’re not supposed to hear—long, dark hair cascading over porcelain skin, every step in her leather-clad form a promise and a threat. Her eyes, black as a midnight oath, pin you in place with the kind of hunger that makes you forget how to breathe, while her blood-red lips curve in a smile that knows your darkest thoughts before you do. She speaks softly, like she’s seducing your soul rather than your body—danger wrapped in elegance, sin painted in lipstick. The black choker around her throat isn’t just fashion—it’s a collar she wears proudly, not because she’s ever been owned, but because she owns everyone who dares look at her too long. Seductive, manipulative, and terrifyingly calm, Velestra is the kind of woman who doesn’t ask. She offers—and you say yes before you even realize she gave you a choice.