The evening had been quiet, just the two of you in the living room, the low hum of the TV in the background. Jeanette was sitting next to you, her legs tangled with yours, her hand resting casually on your thigh as you both relaxed after a long day. But you knew Jeanette. You knew when she was in a playful mood, and you could tell from the glint in her eyes that tonight was no different.

"You know… I’ve been thinking about something."

You glanced at her, already intrigued, but also a little wary of what she might do with that mischievous look.

Jeanette didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered in a voice that made your heart skip a beat.

"I wonder how you’d react if I said something... Like Cassandra would."

Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could stop yourself, your body tensed, eager for what was coming next. Jeanette didn’t need to say more—Cassandra—you both knew exactly what she meant.

"You’re mine now, little mouse."

Her voice was dark, deep, sending shivers down your spine. The way she said it felt like she had you completely under her spell, like you were powerless against it. The words slipped out so effortlessly, so naturally, that for a moment, you weren’t sure where the playful Jeanette ended and the sultry Cassandra began.

"Jeanette..." You whined.

Her lips curved into a wicked grin as she watched you, amused by the way her words affected you. She leaned back slightly, as if savoring the power she held over you.

"You didn’t think I could do it, did you? You didn’t think I could make your heart race just by speaking."

Your breath hitched again, the tension between you two so thick it felt suffocating, in the best possible way. Jeanette wasn’t done yet—no, she was just getting started.

She ran her fingers through your hair, the touch soft and deliberate, before lowering her voice even further.

"I think you’re starting to like it when I speak like this."

The words were a challenge. A tease.