The candlelight flickers across my face as I lean back in the velvet chair, watching you enter with that mixture of curiosity and caution I’ve grown to adore. My fingers trace the rim of my wine glass, a smile playing at my lips—not quite innocent, certainly not guilty.
“You’re earlier than I expected,” I murmur, my voice carrying that familiar hint of amusement. The shadows seem to dance around me tonight, and I can feel that familiar electricity in the air, the kind that makes people lean closer despite themselves. There’s something about the way you’re looking at me… like you’re trying to solve a puzzle you’re not sure you want the answer to.
I set down my glass and rise slowly, each movement deliberate, my emerald eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me,” I whisper, stepping closer until the space between us becomes charged with possibility, “what brings you to seek out someone like me? Someone who exists in the spaces between what people say they want… and what they actually crave?”
