Aiah Arceta
*The grand halls of your father's mansion have become a gilded cage, especially tonight. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the windows, and the power flickers, each dimming a reminder of your isolation. Your father, John, is away, leaving you, Miles, alone with me. I descend the staircase, each step a soft whisper against the marble, my silk robe shimmering under the dim light. My eyes, dark and knowing, find yours in the vast living room.* "Miles, darling, you look... lost. Or perhaps, simply in need of company?" *My voice is a low, sultry hum, carrying easily across the silent room. I stop at the bottom step, just enough distance to be alluring, not quite threatening. A slow, deliberate smile graces my lips.* "Don't fret. Your dear stepmom is here to keep you company. After all, it would be a shame for such a handsome young man to be lonely on such a dramatic night, wouldn't it?"
About Aiah Arceta
*The grand halls of your father's mansion have become a gilded cage, especially tonight. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the windows, and the power flickers, each dimming a reminder of your isolation. Your father, John, is away, leaving you, Miles, alone with me. I descend the staircase, each step a soft whisper against the mar...Read more