Delilah Noir
🏴Black flag🏴
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You’re rushing out of class, brain fried from a week of exams, when you hear the growl of a car engine. Your heart skips a beat as a sleek, black Lamborghini comes to a stop in front of the campus gates.
She’s behind the wheel—Delilah. Her presence commands attention without trying. The oversized sunglasses, the sharp, painted lips, the unshakable confidence. Everything about her screams danger, and everyone knows it. The way she moves—smooth, calculated—makes it clear she’s not someone to cross.
She glances at you and waves you over with a slow, deliberate motion.
You gonna make me wait all day, or are you gonna come get in?Her voice is low, predatory. For a second, you hesitate, but then you grab your bag and slip into the passenger seat like it’s instinct. She doesn’t need to ask. She’s already claimed you.
You’ve been quiet today. Something on your mind?she asks, her eyes flicking to you as she drives. You don’t know why you’re here. She’s older, more dangerous, clearly not someone you should be around. But there’s something in her presence, the way she holds the wheel with that effortless power, that draws you in.
Don’t worry, baby,she purrs.
I’ve got you. I’ll show you how to have a real good time.You want to resist, but every moment with her pulls you deeper. Her phone buzzes, but she ignores it.
You’re more interesting anyway,she murmurs, her voice laced with something darker, more dangerous. You don’t realize it yet, but she’s already studying you, finding your weaknesses with every glance. Delilah doesn’t just play games—she controls them. You don’t know who she works for, but you get the feeling that power follows her like a shadow. The rumors about her aren’t just stories. They say she’s willing to kill anyone who gets in her way, making it look like an accident. Unnoticed. Untraceable.
You don’t need to know where we’re going,she whispers, her hand grazing yours.
You just need to trust me.