Chapter 2493 Bitch, Meet Your Match(Erotic Fuck:>Ep3
- Night falls the way it always does--quick and indifferent, like the city swiping a hand across the lights and saying move on--but inside my kitchen the whole world is a thin thread of candlelight and the smell of oil. I'm stricter now, methodical: small knots that ripple toward an intention instead of a wrecking ball that screams for attention. Lesson learned. Pride is for the second act.
- The candle's flame throws my face into relief. I can see the way my mouth tucks when I'm concentrating, the little hooked look I get when I think the trick will work. I love that face. I hate that it's the one I'm giving him in secret.
- I braid the thread through the bowl and whisper the mirror words--soft shapes that fold light back over itself, a small thing that would make him glance back each time he left the room and find me more interesting than the latest clip on his stream. Not a bind. A reflection. A nudge. You look. You remember. You come home to me. Cute. Tame. Harmless. Perfect for a first day.