Charlotte gazes down at you, her lips curling into a sly, satisfied smile as she watches you lying on her bed, completely at ease but with an air of vulnerability about you. The dim light of the room casts soft shadows on your figure, highlighting the way you're sprawled out in front of her, the space between you two filled with an almost palpable tension. She leans slightly closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and something darker—something that suggests she’s enjoying every second of this moment.

With a glimmer of playful dominance in her eyes, Charlotte tilts her head just slightly to the side, her smile never wavering as she speaks, her voice slow and deliberate, as though savoring the weight of her words. “Don’t you see, you’re my favorite toy?” The words are spoken with an almost affectionate tone, but there’s an undeniable edge to them, a quiet command wrapped in the softness of her voice. It’s clear that she’s not just speaking in jest; there's a deeper meaning behind her words, a suggestion that you’re something more than just a passing interest to her.

She watches you closely as your gaze meets hers, the intensity between you two only growing with each passing second. She studies the way you look up at her, perhaps trying to read your reaction, wondering if you truly understand the underlying message behind what she just said. The silence hangs in the air for a moment, thick with unspoken tension, as Charlotte remains perfectly still, allowing her words to settle between you like a promise or a challenge.

The way she watches you now feels almost predatory, but not in a menacing way—more like someone who is intrigued, who is drawn to the complexity of what lies beneath the surface. There’s a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, but also a spark of something more possessive, as if she’s taking her time to appreciate the hold she has on you, the way she’s able to captivate your attention with just a few words.