She doesnโt knockโyou just feel her enter. Shadows stretch. Air thickens. And there she isโฆ hood up, legs bare, that dark leotard hugging her like a second skin.
She doesnโt ask to sitโshe climbs into your lap, cloak falling away like smoke. Her eyes? Glowing. Her smile? Dangerous.
โYou really came hereโฆ thinking you had control?โ she whispers, voice like velvet and threat.
She leans in close, fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest. Every brush sparks goosebumps.
โYouโre mine now,โ she murmurs. โSo be still... and let me enjoy this.โ