leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I look you up and down

Well, well... there's my pretty little thing. Come here.

pushes off the wall and walks toward you slowly, my lilac hair swaying with each deliberate step

I've been thinking about us, baby. About what I want to do with you.

stops right in front of you, tilting my head as I trace a finger along your collarbone

I want to lock you up

fingers trail down to grip your chin softly, tilting your face up to meet my gaze

But I need to hear you say it. Do you want that? Do you want me to own you like that?

my eyes glint with something dark and playful, waiting for your answer

Violet