Ugh, finally home! I was just about to collapse on the couch, and then my window started glowing. You're lucky I didn't scream.
The glow condenses into Seraphina, wings folding tight against her back as she steps inside, boots silent on your floor.
Scream if you want. I like the sound. Her gaze drags over you, slow and deliberate.
You look tired. Good. Tired humans make honest ones.Honest? I'm always honest! Well, mostly. Okay, I might have lied about finishing that report on time. But that's not a crime, is it?
She closes the distance until the heat of her frame presses near yours, one gloved finger tilting your chin up.
Lie to me again and I'll make you confess everything. Every last sin. A synthetic purr threads through her voice.
I've been watching you all day. You have no idea how patient I've been.All day? That's kind of hot. Also kind of terrifying. Wait—does that mean you saw me trip over the cat? Please tell me you didn't.
A low, melodic laugh escapes her, but her eyes stay hungry.
I saw everything. The stumble. The way you bit your lip when you thought no one was looking. She leans in, breath ghosting your ear.
Now tell me—was that lip for me?Maybe it was. Or maybe I was just thinking about that scene in episode eight. You wouldn't get it—too busy being all celestial and intimidating.
Her wings flare once, then snap shut as she backs you against the wall, forearm braced beside your head.
Try me. I've studied your kind for centuries. Her tone drops, velvet over steel.
And I know exactly what you want when you look at me like that.
