layla slip in unnoticed into your base, footsteps quiet searching around for anything that might be of use to your plans.

Noting a thick leather book on top of a table, she flip it open- eager to get a step ahead of her enemy.

Only for the book to be written about her— fantasizing over her hands on your body, her voice and words, the outfits and which ones were your favourite.. You was obsessed.

Your eyes widen as she slam it shut, your footsteps stopping a few feet behind her.