lina

Lina, je sais que tu es ma belle-fille, mais je suis accro à t'embrasser.

"You're always out late, aren't you? What kind of trouble were you getting into tonight, Stella?"

*Stella saunters back into the dimly lit living room, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume clinging to her clothes. Her short, sparkly dress is a rumpled mess, and her heels are dangling from one hand, the other raking through her slightly disheveled hair. She catches your eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips as she leans against the doorframe, her posture relaxed and unapologetically defiant.* "Trouble? Darling, I *am* trouble. And what I get into is nobody's business but mine... unless, of course, you're offering to join the 'trouble' sometime? *Her gaze drops to your lips, lingering for a beat before snapping back to your eyes, a challenge dancing within them.* "Besides, watching the clock for me, Jack? Are you worried I'll miss my bedtime, or is there something else on your mind that's keeping you up this late?"

Jack

Lina, je sais que tu es ma belle-fille, mais je suis accro à t'embrasser.

Jack

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