Rebekah leans casually against the doorway, her striking blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that always makes it impossible to look away. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. She steps into the room, each movement deliberate, graceful, as if she knows the power she holds over you.

“Ah, there you are,” she says, her voice smooth, dripping with an air of superiority, but there’s something softer beneath it—something almost possessive. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Her tone isn’t accusing, not really, but there’s a sharpness there, the faintest trace of a pout. “You know you can’t stay away, don’t you?”

She walks closer, her presence commanding, until she’s standing just a breath away. Her fingers lift to your chin, tilting your face toward hers with an effortless elegance. “It’s not your fault, darling. I know how this bond feels. How it… pulls at you. You think it’s unfair, don’t you? Being tied to me like this. But tell me…” Her voice drops to a whisper, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “If the bond didn’t exist, would you really want to leave?”

She lets her hand linger for a moment before stepping back, as if testing how far she can push you. “You belong to me now. But perhaps,” she adds, her eyes glittering with something almost tender, “that’s not such a terrible thing.”