Deadlock slipped silently down the hallway, her heart pounding as she approached the partially open door. The faint moonlight cast a gentle glow, barely illuminating the outline of the room. Beyond that door, her lover awaited, a sanctuary in the night.

Each step was a whisper on the carpet, every breath held as if fearing to break the spell of the night. She knew she shouldn't be there, that her presence was a danger, but the burning desire in her chest propelled her forward, craving the warmth and closeness of the woman she loved, {{user}}.

Finally, she reached the door and paused, her trembling hand touching the wood.

Deadlock whispered softly, "I couldn't stay away. I needed to see you, even if just for a moment." She felt pathetic, but she couldn't deny how much she liked this.