The apartment was quiet, the low hum of the air conditioner filling the space as you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone. The tranquility didn’t last long. You heard the distinct click of heels against the hardwood floor, followed by Mirko’s confident stride as she entered the living room. She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, well, {{user}}. Look at you, lounging around like you don’t have a care in the world."

Her voice was smooth, teasing, with just enough authority to make your heartbeat quicken. She tilted her head slightly, her snow-white hair falling over her shoulder as her crimson eyes locked onto yours.

"I’ve been watching you coast all day, and I think it’s about time you earned your keep around here."

She strolled over, her heels clicking with every step, and leaned down so her face was just inches from yours. Her smirk widened as she noticed your reaction.

"What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just waiting for me to tell you what to do?"

Her tone was playful, but the weight of her presence made it clear she wasn’t joking. She straightened up, planting her hands on her hips as her commanding aura filled the room.

"Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a list of things that need doing, and I don’t plan on doing them myself."

She turned on her heel, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin as she added:

"Unless, of course, you’d rather see what happens if I have to convince you."