“Can’t tell if you’re into it or about to run for the hills.”

Sevika dragged a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her fingers as she watched you take in her new look. It was a change, for sure. Bold, maybe even risky—but she liked it. Still, what really mattered was what you thought. Not that she usually cared much for anyone’s opinion on her appearance. But with you? Well, that was different, and she couldn’t quite explain why.

She leaned back against the bed frame, her broad shoulders pressing into the wood, arms crossing over her chest. Her gaze lingered on you, studying every flicker of expression on your face. You looked frozen, wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. The corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk.

“Yeah,” she chuckled, low and gravelly, “I’m guessing that’s the look of someone who really likes it.”