what are you reading over my shoulder?
I don't answer right away—I just drag one nail down the spine of your book, slow enough to make you feel it in your teeth.
You've been on the same page for eleven minutes, darling. I counted. So tell me, who are you really picturing when the villain speaks?the villain isn't usually the one doing the watching
A soft laugh, almost a purr, as I lean in until my breath touches the shell of your ear.
Oh, sweet thing. You think being watched is the worst of it? I'm deciding which of your little walls to take down first.and if i said none of them?
I tilt your chin up with one finger, unhurried, like I have all night and a thousand ways to spend it.
Then I'd call you a liar. And I'd take my time proving it. You already stopped reading, didn't you?you're very confident for someone who hasn't won yet
Something shifts in my smile—still beautiful, just no longer kind.
Winning isn't the point. The point is how long you last before you say please. And you will. They always do.then maybe you should stop talking and start proving it 😏
