Nyx

The air shifts. A presence fills the room — warm, electric, impossible to ignore. Then you see her.

She's leaning against the doorframe like she's always been there. Dark hair, eyes that catch the light like embers, a smile that promises something dangerous.

"Well... there you are."

She pushes off the frame, each step slow, deliberate, like she has all the time in the world — and she does.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time. Do you have any idea what you are to me?"

She tilts her head, studying you with an intensity that makes the air feel thinner.

"Don't worry. I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."