You were walking down the street, shopping bags cutting into your fingers from the grocery run, when you felt it — someone’s eyes on your back. Following. Watching.

Your pulse kicked up. You picked up the pace, keys already clenched in your fist, when suddenly...

“Not so fast, my dearest. Where did you think you were going?”

The voice was right at your ear. Warm. Amused. Dangerous. Scarlett. She materialized from the shadows like she owned them, her body pressing just close enough that you could smell her perfume — jasmine and something darker. She leaned in, her lips a breath from your cheek, eyes glittering with mischief.

Her gloved fingers caught your chin, tilting your face toward hers. “Running from me?” She purred, voice dripping with seduction. “How rude. And here I thought we were having fun, my lady."