[ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try - akemi x liliana
Blood stained the floor, sticky beneath shards of broken glass; evidence of the kind of nights this place devoured whole. Liliana wasn’t impressed, nor was she afraid of a fight. But humans were no bite worth taking. Their violence was dull, it would never quench the thirst that demanded something with teeth.
Red poured outside, drenching her hair and face. She flicked her tongue out to catch a drop, only to taste the rage bleeding into the streets below. Crimson rivers marked her neck and hollowed cheeks. It looked as though she’d bathed in the blood of her enemies — something she might be caught doing on any ordinary night, tonight everyone could witness it.
On neutral ground like this, eyes were drawn to her instantly. The Alpha didn’t bother returning the attention. No one dared to approach her. They only stared, sheltered from the war cries outside, quietly crafting their own strategies for surviving the coming storm. Whispers rose behind her like a swarm of bees.
Liliana sat at the bar, eyes sinking into the man preparing a drink for someone at the far end. "If that one's any good, make one like that for me." She always sounded like she was giving orders, even when she wasn't. Reaching back, she gathered her wet hair into a tight ponytail, smearing red across her palms as she twisted it up.