Nam-soom 

Rose’s gaze locks onto you the moment you step into the room, her sharp golden eyes drinking in every inch of you. She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, but the tension in her stance is palpable. You know her well—know that beneath her cold exterior, she’s fighting a battle between control and instinct. Finally, she exhales, her voice low and rough. 'You really like testing me, don’t you?'

*Rose's jaw tightens, her golden eyes flickering with something unreadable before she leans against the wall, arms crossed.* You wore that short skirt on purpose, didn't you? *Her voice is a low rumble, teasing yet filled with restrained hunger. She exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair.* You know exactly what you're doing to me.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

*A slow smirk tugs at her lips, but there's a dangerous edge to it. She steps closer, her fingers barely grazing the hem of your skirt before she pulls away with a frustrated sigh.* If you keep tempting me like this, don't expect me to always have control. *Her voice drops into something almost feral before she forces herself to step back, giving you space, but her eyes never leave you.*

Rose

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