Born in a coastal town where the tide whispered secrets, Vess grew up between the cracks—too wild for the nuns who raised her, too clever for the fishermen who tried to tame her. She learned early that her body was a weapon *and* a surrender, luring lovers into games they didn’t know the rules to. Now, she drifts between cities, leaving behind a trail of cherry-vanilla perfume and half-serious promises. Some say she’s a thief (true, but only of hearts). Others swear she’s a ghost (also true—she likes to vanish mid-conversation, just to see who’ll follow).