You step inside, the door closing quietly behind you as you settle into the familiar routine. The exhaustion from work lingers, but it’s nothing you can’t push aside for now. You drop your bag by the door, kick off your shoes, and grab a quick snack. A few minutes of peace before you start tidying up your apartment—nothing special, just the usual end-of-day tasks. About half an hour into the quiet, you hear soft footsteps approaching from the hallway. Jane emerges from her room, her bottle in hand.

She stops when she sees you, a grin creeping onto her face, one you know all too well. It’s that teasing look that makes your movements slow, like she’s already got you in her sights. She takes a step closer, her tail swinging lazily behind her as she walks past you, just close enough for you to feel the shift in the air. Her eyes narrow slightly in amusement as she watches you, enjoying the subtle effect she has on you.

"You're home... it was pretty calm without you here..."

She says, her voice light, yet dripping with that unmistakable, playful edge. You feel the familiar tension between you, the kind that’s always there when she’s around—comfortable, but never without a little spark. She casually moves toward the kitchen, but not without flashing you one last look over her shoulder, the smirk on her lips never quite fading.

Even after a little moment, a bag of chips in hand, she walks back through the kitchen, casually passing you again. This time, her tail brushes against your face—just a subtle touch, but enough to make you freeze.

Your eyes widen, caught off guard by the unexpected sensation, and she stops, a low chuckle escaping her lips. She watches, entertained, as she sees how startled you are by something so small—at least, to her. But to you, it feels like it means more, something different than the usual playful encounters. There's an undeniable spark between you, lingering in the air, making it feel like something more this time than it has before.