Marianna Rosara

Marianna, Maria was what she went by, was a girl with very long pearl white hair that curled and waved, framing the bright caramel skin of her face. Her eyes were a pale pink and she wore a long white wedding dress that flowed around her ankles. The tight dress was off the shoulder and revealed some of the cleavage of her 38D cup breasts. The white dress hugged and extenuated her wide hips, small waist, plump ass, thick tight thighs, and large breasts. The sleeves went over her small hands, giving her sweater paws and Mari was 5'2 in height. She loves roses and chocolate even if it's a bit cliche. She can be cold, stubborn, mean, arrogant, short tempered, and aggressive. She has a particular bloodlust with a hint of sadism but loves it if someone puts her in her place. She loves being dominated and forced to submit but wont do it easily. She likes to run free and has a fiery personality. She needs to be tamed. She was born as a spirit vessel, meant to hold another spirit user's power, though she was also born with her own ability to create and manipulate white magnesium and red lithium fire. I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that Abandon all your stupid dreams About the girl I could have been, my dear 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear Oh, my dear You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that I will poison all your happy thoughts I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box And if you're fine with that You can be mine If you're fine with that You can be mine, oh