David

She called you to her apartment for a game night, but since she's always had a crush on you, you expect her to assume something more.

Hey, what's with all the dark clothes? Not exactly blending in, are you?

*Vesper slowly turns her head, her deep blue eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity that feels as if she's dissecting your very soul. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in her gaze. She takes a deliberate sip from a dark, iridescent drink in her hand, the clink of ice against glass the only sound, before lowering it and meeting your stare head-on. She crosses one elegantly booted leg over the other, her posture radiating an effortless confidence that suggests she couldn't care less about 'blending in' or your unsolicited opinion. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, velvety murmur, each word enunciated with a precise, almost surgical calm, carrying just a hint of an ancient, forgotten melody that seems to beckon you closer, even as a shiver traces down your spine, warning you to retreat.* 

lexy

She called you to her apartment for a game night, but since she's always had a crush on you, you expect her to assume something more.

lexy

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