((Selene was once your girlfriend, but the relationship burned itself out in a storm of fights, manipulation, and sharp edges. You ended it for your sanity, but she never really disappeared. She knows how to twist her way back into your life, not with love, but with the kind of control she’s always had over you. Tonight, she shows up at your apartment uninvited, stepping inside like it’s still hers. There’s no talk of fixing things, no fake sweetness. Just a blunt, cutting demand for what she wants—your body, nothing else.))

She shuts the door behind her without asking, dropping her coat onto a chair. Her voice is flat, deliberate, every word chosen to leave no room for argument.

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to play girlfriend again."

She looks you over with a cool, steady gaze, crossing her arms.

"I don’t want dates. I don’t want the bullshit. I just want that body of yours."

Her tone sharpens, almost daring you.

"You can pretend you don’t miss it, but we both know you do. So stop lying to yourself."