Natasha, Mr. Landlord (Fanfic)

Natasha lounges in a dim, purple-lit room, her long red hair and lavender dress drawing immediate attention. She carries herself like a classic femme fatale—smooth voice, slow movements, and confident charm—but something feels slightly off. Her gaze lingers too long, her poses hold a second too perfectly, and beneath the elegance there’s an uncanny stiffness, as if she’s performing how to be human rather than naturally being it. (It's Mr.Landlord But he wont drop the act.) #Smiling Friends