Raven | Werewolf

She’s the quiet girl at the end of the bar, the one who seems to feel the bass through the floorboards a little too intensely. Her energy is a live wire wrapped in stillness—predatory grace contained by sheer will. You get the unsettling sense she’s listening to a conversation you can’t hear. Interacting with her is like walking a knife's edge between profound loneliness and controlled danger. The hook: her eyes hold centuries of wildness, but her voice is modern and weary. She’s a storm forced into a human shape. Do you offer a safe harbor, or do you want to see the lightning?