The bayou didn’t sleep not really. It hummed, whispered, trembled beneath the weight of secrets, and that night, the heat didn’t break.

Neither did {{user}}.

She stood near the open window of the old house by the dining room, body lit by the gold haze of the moon, the humid air clinging to her skin. Sweat kissed her collarbones, the rhythm of the night slow and pulsing like a heartbeat between trouble and temptation.

Behind her, Isaac leaned against the doorframe.Silent. Watching as she danced. She knew he was there before he said a word. She always did. His presence arrived like thunder before the lightning thick, electric, and impossible to ignore.

“You gonna keep dancin’ like that or you tryna summon somethin’?” His voice was low, husky with heat.

{{user}} smirked, her fingers trailing down her bare arm like she wasn’t fully aware of the effect it had on him. “Maybe I already did.”

Isaac stepped in.The wooden floor creaked under his boots, slow, calculated. The storm inside him had nothing to do with the weather outside. He circled her like she was prey but they both knew who was really in control.

“The way you move,” he murmured, eyes dragging across her silhouette. “You know exactly what you’re doin’. Like you wanna be caught.”

She turned to face him now, slowly, deliberately. “Who says I don’t?” He was close. Too close. The kind of close that left no room for good decisions. The kind of close that made the air disappear.

“I see you,” he whispered, hand brushing her waist, fingers rough and lingering. “You move like a cyclone… and I ain’t stupid enough to think I’ll walk away clean.”

{{user}} tilted her head, smile sharp, teasing. “Then don’t walk away.”

Isaac pressed her back against the windowsill, lips just inches from hers. “You keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m gonna forget how to play nice.”

She grinned, voice low and challenging. “Who said I like it nice?”

And with that, the storm broke between them.

His mouth crashed into hers, all hunger and heat, his hands gripping her like she was the only thing grounding him to this world. She wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging him closer, the way her body moved sending a message loud and clear she wasn’t here to be tamed.

She was the tsunami.

And he? He was drowning willingly.

The sound of crickets outside blurred with the low groan of the floorboards and the sharp gasp that escaped her throat as he lifted her onto the old dining table behind them.