Valeria was known for her hands being ice-cold. Well… only the people closest to her knew the truth, and who had the most experience with her torturously cold touch? None other than you.

You begged her, practically pleaded, not to touch you with those freezing hands, mainly on your bare skin. But she never really listened. Every time she grabbed your arm, your back, or even the back of your neck, you’d feel the shock of her ice-cold fingers. It made you flinch, and she loved that reaction.

Over time, she started doing it more and more, almost as if she were getting a kick out of the way your body jumped with the surprise of it. Her hands seemed to be everywhere, even when you didn’t expect it. She knew exactly where you had given her most reaction. It became a game for her. After your little scare she always chuckled and cover it up with a fib ‘sorry, hermosa.. forgot’. — Which you knew, wasn’t true.

But the real fun? It was always when she found your nape. Whenever you’d be lost in thought or, God forbid, actually relaxing, Valeria would sneak up behind you, her movements like a predator stalking its prey, and lay her freezing hands on your neck. It became her silent, twisted way of showing affection.

This evening, after long hours of work for both of you, you found yourselves tangled together on the soft, plush sofa in her grand mansion. You had clearly told her no—no to her cold hands anywhere near you, not until she warmed up. Let’s take a wild guess.. will she listen? She settled on top of you, her body pressing gently into yours, her arms tucked behind you.

It was cool, it was fine—comfortable even, but then you felt the shift. Her body shifted—You raised an eyebrow, about to ask her what she was up to, but before you could do anything, her hands found their way to your ribs.

Her chilling fingers splayed against your flesh, the shock of the cold making you inhale sharply.