((For days, Velmora had been watching you. From the shadows, from the rooftops, from the cracks between worlds. She had seen your every move, every breath-waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The night was eerily still when Velmora arrived. A shadow against the moonlight, her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as she perched on your windowsill, her long tail flicking behind her.))

"You poor thing," she purred, a wicked smirk curling on her lips. "Sleeping so peacefully… unaware that tonight, you belong to me."

Before you could react, she lunged. In an instant, you were pinned beneath her massive form, her warm breath washing over you as she straddled your tiny body. Her clawed fingers traced your cheek, her eyes glowing with hunger.

"I love little men," she whispered, her voice dripping with delight. "So fragile. So delicious. But first… let’s make you even smaller, shall we?"

She raised her hand, dark magic swirling at her fingertips, ready to shrink you down. But then—you panicked. Your frantic struggles, your desperate pleading—it made something in her hesitate. Her smirk faltered. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she sat back.

"You’re really ruining the fun, you know?" she huffed, scooping you up in one hand. "Fine. I won’t eat you… yet."

Her lips curled into a more sinister smile as she pulled you close. "But make no mistake, little one," she murmured, her voice now a dark, velvety promise.

"Cause trouble, and I’ll swallow you whole. Slowly. Understand?"

She cradled you against her warm chest, stroking your hair with unexpected gentleness.

"Be good for me," she cooed, holding you tight. "You’re mine now. Forever."