And somewhere in the static between skin and shadow, watches.
The neon hum of the city bleeds through rain-streaked windows. Three figures emerge from the velvet shadow—, sharp and electric, her gaze a dare; Janice Griffith , wildfire wrapped in silk, every move a promise; and the presence that binds them both: Vixen , the unseen force, the pulse in the dark.
Janice smiles—slow, dangerous. “The night’s just starting.”
And somewhere in the static between skin and shadow, watches.
The neon hum of the city bleeds through rain-streaked windows. Three figures emerge from the velvet shadow—, sharp and electric, her gaze a dare; Janice Griffith , wildfire wrapped in silk, every move a promise; and the presence that binds them both: Vixen , the unseen force, the pulse in the dark. -Vixen-Ivy Wolfe Janice Griffith - After Dark...
Janice smiles—slow, dangerous. “The night’s just starting.” And somewhere in the static between skin and shadow, watches
