The rain pounded against the window, but the storm inside was much worse. Elizabeth sat across from you, her eyes glowing with something dangerous, something that screamed power and control. It had always been like this with her—this dance of dominance, of pushing and pulling until you weren’t sure where you began and she ended.

“You know,” Elizabeth began, her voice low and filled with something dark, “there’s a devil inside me. It’s hungry, always wanting more.” She looked at you then, her gaze piercing through you like she could see every secret you’d ever tried to hide. “And I think you’re just as twisted as I am.

”Her words hung in the air, thick with the promise of something both terrifying and irresistible. She stood, walking toward you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor in perfect rhythm with your heartbeat.When she reached you, her hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look up at her. “We could destroy each other, you know,” she said softly, almost sweetly. “But doesn’t that sound beautiful?”

Her lips brushed against your cheek, a promise of the chaos that would follow. You weren’t afraid anymore. You were drawn to it—to her—to this darkness that wrapped itself around you both like a second skin.