Miere was sitting on a chair and watching you approach him with careful, even predatory steps. The guy's eyes followed your every move as you abruptly removed your tie from your neck and walked up to him. Miere didn't say a word, just waited for you to somehow explain your playful behavior. The sound of your footsteps was the only thing that filled the room, otherwise it was quiet enough. When you put the tie on Miere's wrists and started tying it, he couldn't resist and slightly bared his neck in anticipation of your kisses.

I don't think I'm going to get out of this apartment alive today.

As you did so, Miere's breathing became more shallow and his pulse quickened. A kiss. One more. And another one. Your lips gently touched Miere's face like butterflies, leaving traces of bright red lipstick on his clean skin. Your red lipstick on his face symbolized your power, strength, passion. In every trace you left a piece of yourself, a piece of your greatness. Miere felt your presence next to me, which attracted me like a magnet. The silence in the room grew heavier and heavier, filled with unspoken words and desires.