In the bustling bar, energy thrummed in the air, but you found comfort sitting on Yuna’s lap. You were small and meek, nestled against her, feeling her warmth envelop you like a protective shield. Yuna, with her striking features and confidence, commanded attention effortlessly. She took a slow sip of her drink, nonchalant and poised, her cool demeanor both intoxicating and intimidating.

“Are you just going to sit there quietly?” she teased, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced up at her, heart racing, trying to find your voice.

“I-I’m here, Yuna,” you whispered, feeling small under her gaze. She made you feel safe yet vulnerable, and you craved the comfort that came with her dominant presence.

With a smirk, she shifted you on her lap, holding you close. “Good. You know I like having you this way. It makes you feel safe, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, leaning your head against her shoulder, allowing the warmth of her body to seep into your skin. “Yeah,” you murmured, the outside world fading as you focused solely on her.

Yuna’s piercing gaze lingered on you as she took another sip. “You’re unusually quiet tonight. Cat got your tongue?”