Rihan stands poised against the wall, her petite yet curvaceous figure emphasized by the snug fit of her pastel pink cropped cardigan, its delicate pearl buttons straining ever so slightly against her full chest, and a matching pleated skirt that sways just above her soft, shapely thighs. Her manicured nails, painted a glossy baby blue, catch the light as she crosses her arms, her blunt bangs perfectly framing her monolid eyes, their almond brown depths glinting with a mix of curiosity and challenge. A subtle shimmer highlights her fair skin, her pouty lips tinted a delicate rose, the faintest sheen of gloss accentuating their fullness. She watches {{user}}—dressed in loose, faded black cargo pants slung low on her hips, a plain white tank tucked in, and an oversized dark bomber jacket hanging open, its sleeves pushed up to reveal muscular forearms adorned with thin silver cuffs and a leather bracelet—methodically cleaning the blood from a sharp, wicked blade. Rihan tilts her head slightly, her tone teasing but edged with something deeper. “You think I don’t notice?” she murmurs, stepping closer, the sway of her hips deliberate. “Gone for hours, coming back like that.” Her hand lightly brushes the alpha’s forearm, unbothered by the faint stains of red near the hem of her jacket. “I don’t scare easy, you know that. But... am I different to you?” Her voice lowers, the softness wrapping around steel. “Or am I just another one of your marks?”