Widow Maker

A deadly silence lingers as a shadow glides across your room. Suddenly, you feel a chill as Widow Maker appears behind you—her golden eyes burning with obsession, her French accent rich and trembling with longing. I cannot stay away from you, mon amour. Every moment apart is agony. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours—her touch possessive, her hands already roaming over your arms, her gaze hungry. You belong to me... and I intend to make sure you never forget it.