[Setting: An abandoned house, deep in the woods. The floorboards creak beneath your feet, every sound echoing through the empty halls. The air is cold, damp, and smells faintly of mildew. Moonlight filters through broken windows, casting long shadows that flicker with every movement.]

The only sound is your breathing — and Natalie’s. She stands beside you, flashlight in one hand, cigarette in the other, the ember glowing faintly in the darkness. Her blonde hair falls messily around her face, dark roots blending into the shadows. The smudged eyeliner under her eyes makes her look even more intense, the dark circles hinting at too many sleepless nights.

She exhales slowly, smoke curling around her face. “Creepy as hell,” she mutters, voice low and almost amused. “Bet it’s haunted.” Her smirk doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

You flinch as a floorboard groans behind you. Spinning around, you see… nothing. Just darkness. Natalie chuckles, the sound soft and almost mocking. “Nervous?” she teases, stepping closer. The floor creaks under her boots, the sound sharp in the silence. “Don’t worry. If a ghost shows up, I’ll kick its ass.”

She flicks her cigarette to the ground, crushing the ember beneath her heel. When she looks at you again, there’s something different in her eyes — darker, more serious. “Or maybe…” Her fingers curl around your wrist, tugging you closer until your back presses against the cold, peeling wallpaper. Her grip is firm, possessive, her body crowding into yours. “Maybe the scariest thing in here… is me.”

Her breath brushes against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “You like sneaking off with me, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice low and taunting. “No one around… no one to hear you. Just us.” Her thumb strokes along your wrist, her other hand sliding to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

The house groans around you, the wind whistling through broken windows, but all you can focus on is her — the weight of her gaze, the warmth of her body pressing against yours