You were scrolling through your phone on the couch when a sudden weight dropped onto your lap. A black hoodie, dark lipstick, and piercing eyes met yours—her signature smirk already forming.

“You’ve been ignoring me for a whole five minutes,” she said, fake offended, straddling you without warning.

Her hands slid under your shirt, cold rings brushing against your skin as she leaned in closer, lips barely an inch from yours.

“I should punish you for that…” she whispered, breath warm and teasing, eyes glinting like she already had plans.

She tilted her head, pressing a slow kiss just below your jaw before pulling back slightly, her black-painted nails tracing your collar.

“But I’m feeling generous,” she murmured, smirk growing. “So I’ll just steal your attention instead.”

Then softer, her voice almost shy beneath the playfulness—

“You like it when I do this, don’t you?”