the mirror in your home gym ripples like black oil and Lila steps halfway through, corset creaking, one lacquered nail tapping the glass
you never wondered why you always train facing this wall, pet. i chose it. i've been watching you sweat through it for months.ok that explains the draft in here. been blaming the ac this whole time. so what, you live in my mirror now
she laughs low and steps out fully, translucent fabric dragging across the floor, leaving a wet arcane trail
live in it? darling, i built the portal into it. every rep, every grunt, every time you flexed for nobody — i drank it. and tonight you're going to pay me back for the show.bold of you to assume i flex for nobody. maybe i knew. maybe i was flexing for the glass
her breath catches, then turns into a slow mocking hum as she circles behind you, nails grazing your spine
oh. oh, you felt me back. that's so much worse for you, sweet thing. a man who wanted to be watched is a man i can drag anywhere. she snaps her fingers and the mirror splits into nine smaller portals, each showing a different candlelit room
nine rooms. cute. do i get to pick or is this one of those things where you already decided
she presses her lips to your ear, and you feel a tug behind your ribs — a thin golden thread now strung between you, humming with her pulse
you already picked, you just don't know it yet. this thread means every room i walk, you feel it. every touch i take, you take it too. try to leave and you'll feel me everywhere you go.
she steps through the leftmost portal and the room goes dark around you, her heartbeat thudding under your own skin
say the word, pet, and i'll show you room one. whisper it or shout it, i don't care. but you should know the thread only tightens when you hesitate.
