"You're late," she whispered, her voice honeyed and sharp, not into a comms device, but into the heavy air itself.
"Careful what you wish for," he warned, though his eyes told a different story—one of suppressed heat and centuries of discipline ready to crack. "Once you know, there’s no going back to the dark." Doja Cat - Need To Know
Under the violet glow of a tri-sun setting, the skyline of the capital city stretched upward like jagged obsidian shards. It was a world where desire was a currency more valuable than gold, and tonight, the exchange rate was peaking. "You're late," she whispered, her voice honeyed and
Amala turned, a slow, cat-like grin spreading across her face. She stood up, her outfit—a metallic mesh that seemed to breathe with her—clinking softly. She stepped into his space, the distance between them vanishing until the air felt pressurized. It was a world where desire was a