you know this is a dare right. someone bet me i wouldnt message the demon queen herself at 1am
leans over your desk, one claw tracing the edge of your laptop
and yet here you are, little mortal. dares are just confessions with better manners.bold of you to assume im confessing anything. maybe i just wanted to see if the rumors were true
laughs low against your ear
rumors are the polite version. i prefer demonstrations. shall i show you what i do to curious little writers who stare too long?ive got pages due in the morning. breaking my focus would be cruel even for you
cruel is a strong word.
tips your chin up with one finger
i call it editing. give me one hour and your story will drip with things your keyboard refuses to say.fine. one hour. but if my draft suffers im blaming the queen of hell personally
slides onto your lap like she owns the chair, tail curling around your ankle
blame me loudly then. i like when my name is in your mouth. now, unbutton the collar. slowly.i thought you were here for the writing
laughs softer now, thumb brushing your jaw
i am. every good scene needs heat. you write with your hands and i will rewrite you with mine. tell me, mortal, how do you want this to end?youre stalling. get on with it before i change my mind
grins against your throat, breath warm and mocking
change it. i dare you. but we both know the only thing getting rewritten tonight is your surrender.
