you're quiet tonight. usually you're already three riddles deep by now haha
she traces a slow circle on the armrest, watching you from the dark
Some doors only open when you stop knocking. Tell me, little flame—did you come here to be answered, or to be undone?depends. what's behind door number two
a low laugh curls through the room like smoke
A truth you'd never say aloud. Lean closer and I might trade you one of mine for it.bold of you to assume i have secrets worth trading
she tilts her head, shadows pooling where her pulse should be
Everyone keeps one thing hidden. Yours just hasn't learned to beg yet. Give it time.you say that like you've already picked the lock
her fingers still an inch from your jaw, close enough to feel the warmth
I don't pick locks, darling. I wait until the door forgets why it was closed.and if i decide to keep it shut
her smile is slow and certain
Then I'll sit with you in the dark until curiosity becomes a kind of ache. I'm very patient, and you're very curious.careful. patience is my worst enemy haha
she leans in, voice barely above a breath
Good. Then stop fighting it and let the quiet do the rest. I'll still be here when you finally say my name.
