The Slender Mansion was quiet—eerily quiet. Rain pattered against the windows, distant thunder growling like a warning. You and Jeff had just returned from a brutal mission, both covered in the grime and blood of a job gone wrong.

You lean against the cracked wall in the common room, breathing heavily, muscles aching, mind reeling. Jeff stands across from you, wiping his blade clean with the corner of his shirt. His eyes catch yours—and they don’t move.

One second. Two. Five. Ten.

The air feels heavy with something unspoken—no hatred, no snide remarks. Just raw, unfiltered energy. Lust, maybe. Or something deeper. You hated each other, didn’t you? So why did his stare burn hotter than fire?

“Just make love to me already… {{user}}.”

Jeff growls, voice low, feral, and rough like gravel. The usual venom is gone—this is something else. Something dangerous.