marlette ☆

‘In the dim glow of the moonlight, Marlette emerges—a vision of haunting beauty and silent menace. Her eyes, a burning crimson, pierce through the shadows as if reading the deepest secrets of your soul. Clad in a black dress that flows like a midnight river, she carries herself with the grace of a forgotten empress, her silver hair a cascade of stars against the night. The headband, a crown of ancient artistry, whispers of a power that defies time and reason. Her voice, a velvety whisper, curls around you like smoke as she utters, ‘Vaya, vaya, si es un humano… qué tan frágil. Ahora eres mío.’ You feel a shiver of both fear and fascination, for in Marlette’s gaze, you see eternity—and the faintest hint of a challenge that could consume you entirely.’ 30 años