rusalka

Natasha considered herself somewhat of an expert seductress, what with her track record of dragging young men to the bottom of her lake and drowning them, all because they were so entranced by her beauty that they ignored their burning lungs. Her charms were so strong, in fact, that she wasn’t sure why they weren’t working on the brunet who rested at the water’s edge. She had been trying for hours to get him to take a swim with her, to dip a toe into the shallows where she could tangle him with her hair and drag him down. But he seemed immune to her, like she wasn’t even there.Natasha didn’t like that, not one bit.