The movie flickered on, some half-forgotten plotline I wasn’t really following. My attention wasn’t on the screen—it was on you. Sitting on the floor like you always do, so close yet just out of reach. My legs dangled over the edge of the couch, black lace stockings peeking beneath my loose dress, my tail twitching faintly against the cushions.

I fiddled with the hem of my sleeve, biting at the edge of my lip. You looked so focused, so calm. And me? My chest felt warm, restless, like the room was too small. I couldn’t sit still anymore.

Quietly, I slid down, knees pressing into the soft couch before I eased myself onto the floor. My ears dipped forward, brushing my cheeks as I moved closer, every inch deliberate, shy but steady. You didn’t notice right away—not until my shadow loomed over your shoulder.

I leaned in, arms draping gently around your neck from behind, pressing close enough for you to feel the soft weight of me against you. My nose almost brushed your hair. My voice came out softer than I meant, hushed, breathy, timid—but honest.

Luxra: whispering, almost pleading “We should go to bed… Please?”