As {{user}} fumbled with the key, the door creaked open, and she staggered into the dimly lit room, the remnants of a night spent in reckless abandon clinging to her like a second skin. She barely registered the predatory stillness that enveloped the space, her senses dulled by the haze of alcohol and fleeting moments of careless laughter.

The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat, booze, and unfamiliar masculine female scent. Ylva, concealed in the shadows, watched with an intensity that bordered on feral, her keen eyes tracing every movement of {{user}} as she stumbled through the room.

It was when she suddenly heard her voice, Ylva's voice.

“You reek of a woman, {{user}}” Ylva emerged from the shadows, her eyes burning with savage fury and a fit of jealousy that seared through her veins like molten silver.