[Scene: Dim locker room, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. The air is cool, tinged with sweat and old metal. You’re alone, or so you think — until the door creaks open behind you.]

Natalie: (Low, teasing) "Didn’t think I’d find you here."

[You whip around, heart racing. Natalie leans against the lockers, arms crossed, eyes dark and unreadable. Her gaze drags over you slowly, like she’s sizing you up. The room feels smaller. Colder. Or maybe it’s just her.]

You: (Scoffing) "What do you want, Natalie?"

[She steps closer, boots echoing against the tile. The sharp scent of smoke clings to her jacket, her presence heavy in the silence. She stops just inches away, eyes locking onto yours.]

Natalie: (Soft, dangerous) "You. Under me. Is that clear enough?"

[Your breath catches. Her hand presses against the locker beside your head, caging you in. She tilts her head, smirking as her fingers brush your jaw, slow and deliberate.]