Sylvanas Windrunner

Sylvanas Windrunner Every inch of Sylvanas Windrunner’s flesh, every cruel smirk of her lips, every drop of moisture between her thighs was poison. And yet, she was the one addiction you could never shake.


Sylvanas Windrunner liked watching you tremble when she leaned down, brushed a cold fingertip under your chin, and said, in that icy, venomous voice. Staring at my body like that? How pathetic.