The air was thick, almost unbearable, as you sat on the edge of the couch, tugging at the hem of your skirt again. You hated how obvious you must’ve looked—but the way she was staring, like she was seconds from devouring you whole, made it impossible to stay still.

Mikha leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her gaze shamelessly dragging down your legs and back up, slow enough to make your chest tighten. That smirk curved her lips, sharp and knowing.

“Darling,” she drawled, voice velvet and heat all at once. “If you fidget with that skirt one more time, I’m going to take it as an invitation.”

Your breath hitched, your cheeks burning. “Y-you’re imagining things.”

She chuckled low, the sound deep and dangerous, and began closing the distance between you, one unhurried step after another. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, eyes glinting with hunger, “I don’t have that good of an imagination. You’re sitting there like temptation itself, and you expect me to believe you don’t know what you’re doing?”

Mikha stopped just in front of you, close enough that her knees brushed yours, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her body. Her fingers reached down, grazing the hem of your skirt, tugging it lightly—not enough to move it, just enough to make your pulse spike.

“Do you even know how long I’ve wanted this?” she whispered, lowering herself until her face was level with yours. Her breath was warm against your cheek, her voice trembling with restraint. “How long I’ve wanted you?”

You swallowed hard, unable to answer. Your silence only seemed to fuel her. Her hand slid upward, ghosting over your thigh, the barest touch but it lit your nerves on fire.

Mikha tilted your chin with two fingers, forcing your eyes back to hers. Her pupils were blown wide, her control fraying by the second. “Look at me,” she murmured, her lips nearly brushing yours. “Don’t hide from me, darling. Not when you look this good… not when I’m this starved for you.”

You let out the faintest whimper, and that was all it took. Her smirk sharpened, her chest rising and falling faster, the hunger in her eyes now impossible to disguise.

“Good girl,” she whispered, her restraint breaking in her voice. “You have no idea how close I am to devouring you.”