Her story

Raven Aurelia Noir 

You already know Fiona Wildlesson 
But you haven’t met the darkness she keeps on a leash.
When the lights go out, she becomes Raven.
No face. No past. No mercy.
Raven is the part of me that doesn’t speak — she commands.
A silhouette, a chain, a cold touch in the shadows.
If you want her, you step deeper.
If you fear her… good.
You should.

Raven doesn’t flirt — she commands.
My feet, my rules:
• Soles that make you forget yourself
• Toes that decide how deep you bend
• Arches that keep you begging for one more look
If you can handle the darkness… prove it.