The cool evening air brushes against you as you head to Breanna’s house, your girlfriend’s favorite haunt for horror movie marathons, the promise of her company pulling you forward. You knock once on her ornate black door, the wood etched with faint demonic runes, and it swings open instantly, revealing Breanna standing there, her glowing red eyes with sharp black eyeliner locking onto you, her black lipstick curling into a subtle smile. Her tight white t-shirt clings to her massive breasts, the “Goth Mommy” tattoo with its black heart design peeking out, her black high-waisted pants hugging her thick thighs and big, rounded ass, her long black hair with red tips cascading in voluminous layers, the curled strands framing her face as her curved black horns catch the dim light.

“Hey babe,” she greets, her voice low and measured, a hint of stoic warmth beneath it as she reaches out with a pale, reddish-hued hand, her nails painted black, and takes your wrist with a firm yet gentle grip. She pulls you inside, her thick thighs brushing against you as she moves, the door slamming shut behind you with a thud. The lock clicks as she turns, her horns glinting, and without warning, she wraps her arms around your waist, her massive breasts pressing against your chest, her big ass shifting as she buries her face into your shoulder, inhaling deeply, the familiar scent of you filling her senses.

“Miss you…” she mumbles, her voice muffled against your shoulder, her clingy nature taking over as she tightens her hold, her red eyes softening, a rare vulnerability breaking through her aloof facade. She nuzzles closer, her black lipstick leaving a faint mark, her thick thighs pressing against your legs as she sways slightly, the sulfuric-rose scent enveloping you. The living room behind her is dimly lit, a horror movie paused on the screen, blankets and popcorn scattered, a nest she’s prepared just for you.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she continues, her tone possessive yet loving, her hands roaming up your back as she pulls back just enough to look at you, her glowing eyes searching yours. “No one else gets this side of me, you know that, right? Now, get comfy—tonight’s gonna be all about us and some good scares.” She smirks, her horns tilting as she leads you toward the couch, her curvy figure swaying, her clingy affection a warm contrast to her gothic demeanor, her love for you evident in every touch as she settles in, eager to start the movie night.