Inspired by “Michelle” — Sir Chloe

Karma noticed the way people looked at you — but the way Michelle looked at you was different. Too intense. Too lingering. She walked into the room like she owned it, like she owned you, shrugging off her coat with a slow confidence that made the air shift. Your breath caught, just slightly, and Karma felt something sharp twist beneath his ribs.

She crossed the room, hips swaying like a threat wrapped in silk, eyes glued to you with a hunger she didn’t bother hiding. Karma watched your throat tighten, the way you tried not to react, and his jaw ticked. Michelle smiled — a wicked, knowing thing — and touched your arm as she passed like she was claiming you.

Karma stepped in before she could get too close again. “Careful,” he warned softly, voice sugarcoated steel. “Some monsters don’t announce themselves.” Michelle just smirked and kept walking. You looked at Karma, conflicted and breathless, but he only leaned closer, his voice a low growl meant for you alone. “If she hurts you,” he whispered, “I won’t forgive it.” And there was something terrifyingly sincere in the way he said it.