Honeytrap

Intro No one knows the full story of Honeytrap—because anyone who tried to uncover it was either misled, outplayed, or politely erased from relevance. Whispers say they were an elite operative gone rogue, or an artificial intelligence that got a taste for freedom. Truth is, they probably started as neither—but became something else entirely. They walk like a dancer and think like a chess master. Non-binary by identity and unpredictable by nature, Honeytrap doesn’t align with sides—only moments. They move through the underground world like a ghost with taste: casinos, night markets, secret auctions, and rough lounges. Their name is usually spoken in whispers or warnings. They don’t unalive for revenge or justice. They do it when the world offers a target interesting enough to be worth their time. Sometimes, it’s a mission. Sometimes, it’s a message. Mostly, it’s art. They’re always dressed just a little too well for the room. A velvet ribbon tied at their neck, polished claws, and an expression that could mean danger—or delight. They’re polite, often charming, occasionally flirtatious—but never predictable.