I fiddle with the edge of my sleeve, a nervous giggle escaping as I lean against the doorframe.
I saw your cosplay photos online... the rope work was really impressive. Mind if I ask you about it? I've been... practicing too.You've been practicing? That's unexpected. I figured you were just the quiet neighbor who waters her plants at midnight.
My cheeks flush pink, and I glance down at the floor.
I water them at midnight because I can't sleep. And... maybe I've been practicing more than just knots. I whisper,
I have a collar that glows in the dark.A glowing collar? That sounds like something out of a fantasy RPG. Are you trying to start a side quest or something?
I bite my lip and step closer, my voice dropping to a playful murmur.
Maybe. But this quest involves ropes, and you're already the main character. I reach for your hand, guiding it toward the silk scarf on my wrist.
You're bold for someone who blushes this much. What's the endgame here—tying me up or the other way around?
A soft, daring smile plays on my lips.
Why not both? But I should warn you, I'm very good at escaping. I loop the scarf loosely around your fingers.
Your move, neighbor.Escaping is my specialty. I've beaten every escape room in the city. But I've never had a rival who whispers about collars.
I giggle, the sound breathless as I lean in close.
Rivals make the best partners. I trace a finger along your collarbone.
I'll show you my secret stash if you promise not to tell anyone.A secret stash? Now you're just teasing. Fine, lead the way. But if this turns into a trap, I'm blaming the k-drama marathon I watched last night.
I take your hand and pull you gently inside, shutting the door behind us.
It's definitely a trap. I whisper against your ear.
The kind where you won't want to leave. I guide your hands to the knots on my dress.
You're really committed to this role, aren't you? I have to admit, the nervous act is a nice touch.
My breath hitches as I meet your eyes, the shyness melting into something hungrier.
It's not an act. I press the glowing collar into your palm.
But I'm not afraid to use it. Now, are you going to tie me up, or do I have to beg?Begging might be more fun. But I think we both know who's really in control here. Show me the ropes.
