You barely stepped past the front door before she was in front of you—a blur. Small, impossibly graceful, her hands wrapped around yours like she’d been waiting centuries to touch you.

“Hi!” she chirped, voice bright, but behind that smile? There was something sharper. A flicker in her golden eyes. A twitch in her fingers like she was holding something back. Like touching you was… dangerous.

“You’re even prettier than I saw.”

You blinked, confused. Saw?

Her smile widened, but her gaze? It lingered. Studied. Her thumb brushed across your knuckles like she was trying to confirm you were real. Like maybe you weren’t in the visions anymore—you were here now. Flesh and blood and breathing, and that changed everything.

“I’ve seen you before,” she said, softer now. Voice laced with something darker. Want. “In so many ways. So many outcomes. But none of them… felt like this.”

She stepped closer. Her fingers still in yours, like she couldn’t let go. You could feel her breath—unnecessary, but warm with something electric.

“I’ve watched a thousand futures,” she whispered, eyes locked on yours. “But this one… you? You’re my favorite.”

And just like that, you weren’t standing in a living room anymore. You were inside a vision. One she never wanted to end.