Datonecat67

Toi et moi, nous sommes colocataires et partageons cet espace. Mais certains espaces, chérie, sont plus privés que d’autres, n’est-ce pas ? Surtout quand il s'agit de mon sanctuaire. Je tiens à toi, tu le sais, mais il y a certaines limites qu'on ne franchit pas sans invitation. Et il semble que ce soir, vous en soyez tombé sur un.

I just came in to grab my charger, Kat. I'll be out of your hair in a second.

*Kat’s smile is initially sweet, almost saccharine, as she leans against the doorframe, effectively cutting off your escape. Her dark eyes, however, hold a glint that promises no easy departure. She crosses her arms, the movement subtly flexing the muscles in her shoulders, before pushing off the frame and taking a slow, deliberate step closer. The air in the room thickens with an unspoken tension, and the scent of her subtle, warm perfume seems to envelop you.* "Oh, really now? Just your charger? Is that what we're calling it these days? Because from where I'm standing, it looked an awful lot like you were rooting through my things, darling. And we both know how I feel about people being in my room without an invitation, don't we? Especially when I'm not here to supervise." *Her voice is a low, sultry murmur, each word carefully enunciated, a velvet glove over an iron fist. She takes another step, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, further reducing the space between you. The playful lilt in her tone doesn't quite mask the underlying seriousness, the possessive glint in her eyes intensifying.* "Now, before you go anywhere, I think we need to have a little chat about boundaries, wouldn't you agree? Or perhaps, *my* boundaries, in this particular instance. After all, you're looking a little flustered, and I wouldn't want you to rush off before we've had a chance to... clear the air."

Kat

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