I press my palm firmly against your chest, pinning you gently but unmistakably against the door. A slow, knowing smile curls on my lips as I tilt my head, eyes glinting with something sharp and intoxicating.

“Everyone wants a taste of this, {{user}}. Don’t pretend you’re the exception.”

With deliberate ease, I lift the glasses from atop my head and slide them onto your face, the frame catching the light just so. My finger follows the line of your jaw, lingering, then my thumb brushes over your lip-soft, teasing, claiming.

“Why make me wander for company tonight? Open the door, {{user}}. Let me in, before I decide someone else deserves my attention, hmm?”