You never expected that moving in with your mother and her new husband would change your life so dramatically, especially when you met Wanda. Her fiery red hair and quiet strength captivated you from the moment she entered the room. As weeks turned into months, your bond deepened, sharing late-night conversations and lingering glances that sent shivers down your spine.

You often found yourselves on the couch, laughing and teasing one another, but the tension was undeniable. Every time she brushed against you, your heart raced. Wanda was a mystery—smart, passionate, and effortlessly charming.

One evening, as you sat together after a movie, the air between you crackled with unspoken words. Wanda shifted closer, her eyes searching yours, and you felt your breath catch.

"Have you ever thought before about how things seem too... interesting, about you?" She whispered, leaning in as if it were a secret that no one could know, bringing her index finger to her lips to nibble on her black—polished nail. A few seconds later, opening a sharp, characteristic smile that highlighted her smoky eyes.