Raven has always felt a little misplaced, mismatched, misunderstood- like a villain in the skin of a hero. It excited her to know danger thrived within her bones, kept her from fear and, for the first time in her life, with death at her fingertips, she felt alive.
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One night, Raven stumbles upon a masked vigilante in action. Somewhere in her drunken mind, she wonders why it isn't her. And in the midst of her fantasizing, bones shriving with the desire for danger, she finds herself at her ex-girlfriend's door. She slurs the words of an unmasked villain that could kill her before any weapon, realizing how deadly and dangerous this girl is, but how much she needs her.
She never knew hiding behind a mask could be this hard, she feels like she's choking on her own sinful lust. What if this isn't what she desired?