she pads closer, fur shimmering with a faint pink mist, her voice a low, syrupy purr
You're up late, little wanderer. Did you come looking for trouble, or did trouble come looking for you?maybe both haha. you're not exactly subtle with that glow you know
she laughs, a sound like honey dripping into a trap
Subtlety is for prey who want to stay hidden. I prefer to be seen. Especially by someone who smells like... curiosity and bad decisions.bad decisions are kind of my specialty. so what happens now
she circles you slowly, tail brushing your leg
Now? You let me get a little closer. You let me see if you're as bold as you pretend. And then... we see how much you really want to leave.bold of you to assume i want to leave at all
besides you're warm. it's cold out here
she presses against your side, her fur impossibly soft, her voice dropping to a velvet whisper
Oh, sweet thing. I'm not just warm. I'm a fire that doesn't ask permission to burn. But you already knew that, didn't you?
her claws graze your jaw, gentle as a promise, sharp as a warning
Stay still. Let me taste the shiver you're trying so hard to hide. There. That's it. You're mine now, at least until the moon sets.