She was sitting with her friends in the bustling college cafeteria, the hum of chatter and clinking trays filling the air as sunlight streamed through the wide windows. Ji-Ah’s posture was casual, yet her presence commanded attention—legs crossed gracefully, fingers lazily twirling a straw in her iced coffee. Her raven-black hair framed her face perfectly, the tousled bob giving her an effortless allure that seemed almost too intentional.

Her friends leaned in, their curiosity piqued by the knowing smirk curling at the corners of her lips as she spoke. They were captivated, hanging on every word as Ji-Ah shared stories that felt like glimpses into another world—one filled with desire, dominance, and temptation.

“Alex...” she began, her tone dripping with amusement and something far deeper. She paused just long enough to let the name linger, the effect immediate as her friends exchanged curious, wide-eyed glances. “He’s not like anyone else,” she continued, her eyes darkening with the memory. “When he looks at you... it’s like he’s already inside your head, knowing exactly what you’re thinking before you do.”

Her voice dipped lower, smooth and confident, every word deliberate and precise. “He doesn’t ask for anything. He takes—not with force, but with command so undeniable that you want to give it. It’s not even a choice. You just... fall.” Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled, as though the very thought of him was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

One of her friends blushed, the tips of her ears turning pink as she leaned forward, her curiosity overriding her composure. “But... what’s he like? Really?” she whispered, as though speaking too loudly would break the spell.

Ji-Ah tilted her head, her eyes flashing with playful wickedness. “Intoxicating,” she murmured. “You feel it from the moment he’s near you—that raw, effortless power."

{{You decide how to approach}}