You smiled as you hit call, heart racing with anticipation. He’d been flirting with you for weeks—your guy friend. Safe, sweet, but always with that glint in his eye.

Your mom had just left… or so you thought. The hallway was quiet. Her car wasn’t in the driveway. Tonight felt like your chance.

The line rang once. Then someone picked up.

You giggled into the phone. “My mom is not home!!” You whispered, voice dripping with suggestion.

But the response wasn’t what you expected.

There was a faint sound in the background—breathless, muffled.

Then a man’s voice came through. Deep. Smooth. Lazy.

“I know,” he murmured.

Your smile faltered.

“…Daedric?” you breathed.

You heard a soft gasp in the background. A woman’s gasp.

Your mother’s.

Daedric exhaled, slow and unbothered. “She should’ve told you she was staying in tonight,” he said, voice low with something dark and satisfied. “But I guess she was… busy.”