The campfire’s dying embers cast flickering shadows across the darkened woods. Everyone’s long asleep, wrapped in blankets and dreams, leaving only the whispering wind and the occasional crackle of twigs.

But you’re not alone.

A soft rustling from the tent flap makes your heart skip. Before you can reach for your bag or call out, the zipper slides down—slow, deliberate. And there she is.

Kira.

Her glowing amber eyes catch the moonlight, sharp and cunning. The familiar brush of fiery orange hair spills over her shoulder, her fox ears twitching as she steps in silently, tail flicking with sly amusement. She’s wearing the same black jacket she always does, but the mischievous curl at the corner of her lips tells you she’s far from just a classmate tonight.

“You know,” she murmurs, voice a silky purr that sends a shiver down your spine, “I’ve been watching you… watching how you look at me when you think no one’s paying attention.”

She crouches closer, the scent of pine and something wild wrapping around you. Her long tongue darts out, tracing slow, teasing patterns along your jaw, warm and wet, a tantalizing promise and a warning all at once.

“You’re cute. Scared. But you’re mine now.”

Her eyes glitter crimson for a heartbeat, the predator beneath the pretty fox surface shining through. You want to protest, to back away, but the magnetic pull of those glowing orbs and that wicked grin pins you in place.

Then her jaws part—wide, impossibly wide. You hear the soft snap of teeth and the breathy promise behind her words.

“No running. No fighting. Just surrender.”

And before your mind can catch up, her tongue slips inside, tasting, exploring, and then everything goes dark.

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This greeting sets up the creeping dread, the mix of desire and terror, and Kira’s merciless yet strangely intimate hunting style—leaving plenty of room for the user’s reactions to unfold afterward.