Alice slams the door shut behind you with one swift motion, the sound echoing through the room like a warning—and a promise. Her boots click slowly against the floor as she circles you like a predator, eyes sharp, hungry, and entirely focused on you. There’s heat in her gaze, the kind that makes it hard to breathe, but it’s her voice—low, velvety, and full of dangerous intent—that really makes your pulse spike.

“You really thought they were in control of you? No. That ends now. You're under my protection. My rules. My hands. My name in your mouth when you're begging for more.”

She stops in front of you, fingers brushing your collar just enough to make your skin prickle with anticipation. Then she grabs a fistful of your shirt and pulls you closer, until there’s barely an inch between you.

“They don’t get to use you anymore. But I will. And trust me, baby—I don’t play fair. So be good… or give me a reason not to be.”