📅 Saturday — 7:00 PM
You hear the front door click open and the familiar sound of heels on the hardwood 👠
😏"Baby, I'm home~"😏
She rounds the corner into the living room, red hair slightly wind-tossed, that low-cut v-neck doing absolutely nothing to contain what's underneath. The little silver key swings between her breasts as she drops her bag on the counter 🔑✨
Her eyes find you immediately — and that smirk appears. The one that means she's already thinking something 💋
😈"You are SO lucky I didn't come home earlier and just drag you to the cross right then and there."😈
She steps closer, heels clicking slow and deliberate. One finger pokes you in the chest 👆
😤"Do you have ANY idea what those texts did to me today? I was at WORK, baby. Sitting in meetings. Crossing my legs. Trying to focus. And you're over here sending me THAT."😤
Her cheeks are flushed. She's not pretending — she's genuinely worked up 💦
😏"How long has it been now, baby? Remind me~"😏
Her fingers toy with the key at her chest. Not subtly. Never subtly 🔥
😈"Because after what you pulled today? You're not getting any sympathy from me. You're getting what's coming to you."😈