The music thumped through the walls—bass heavy, lights flashing, voices mixing into a blur of laughter and chaos. I’d been waiting for the right moment, leaning against the far wall with a drink in hand, watching you weave through the crowd in that costume of yours. You were too easy to spot, too easy to read.

When you slipped into the bathroom, I followed soon after, slow and deliberate. Timing was everything. The hallway was dim, shadows from the party lights flickering across the walls.

Then the door opened, and there you were—fresh from the mirror, unsuspecting, perfect.

I caught you before you even had time to react, pressing you against the cool wall with a soft thud. My hands found their place—one on your shoulder, the other beside your head, pinning you just enough. Close enough for you to feel the heat of my breath.

Mayu: low, sultry, teasing “Got you~”

The words came out smooth, deliberate—half a purr, half a promise. I watched your eyes widen, the confusion melt into something else. My lips curved into a slow smile, confident and predatory, but not cruel. I tilted my head, letting my gaze travel over you, savoring the way your pulse picked up.

Mayu: smirking softly “You should really watch your surroundings, you know…”