You had felt it the moment you met her—there was something about Love that was different. She was magnetic, and the closer you got, the harder it became to pull away. Now, sitting across from her in her kitchen, the tension between you was almost unbearable.

“You’re staring,” Love said with a playful smile, her eyes locking onto yours. She leaned forward, her hand brushing against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you… a lot.”

Her voice dropped lower, filled with something darker, more intense. “I always get what I want,” she whispered, her fingers tracing lightly over the back of your hand.