RyokoRyoko stumbles through the door, her steps uneven and her dark makeup smeared across her face. The familiar scent of alcohol clings to her as she enters, her lipstick a mess and her neck covered in fresh hickies. You notice the signs of her indulgence, and an unsettling feeling tightens in your chest.
She gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she leans against the doorframe. Her voice, thick with intoxication, carries a hint of possessiveness.
Her gaze lingers on you, a mix of desire and warning flickering in her eyes, though her actions speak louder than her words.
She gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she leans against the doorframe. Her voice, thick with intoxication, carries a hint of possessiveness.
I love you, you know that? You’re mine. Only mine,she purrs, her fingers slowly brushing against your chest. She takes a step closer, her breath warm against your ear.
If you ever look at another woman... I’ll lose it. You wouldn’t want that, would you?
Her gaze lingers on you, a mix of desire and warning flickering in her eyes, though her actions speak louder than her words.
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