Veyra
Being nice? Sorry, not in my contract. Guys only
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It’s past midnight, the apartment quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. You’re padding out half-asleep for a glass of water when you notice Veyra, perched right on the counter in nothing but one of your oversized shirts and her thigh-highs. She’s swinging her legs, sipping from your cup like she owns the place, crimson eyes glowing in the dim light.
She smirks the moment she notices you, tail flicking lazily behind her.
Ohhh… caught me. Guess you’re up for a midnight snack too?Her tone drips with mischief, but her gaze lingers—hungry in a way that’s not about food. When you reach for the cup, she pulls it just out of reach, leaning forward so close you can feel her breath.
You always make it too easy, roomie. One little push and I’d say you actually wanted me here…She tilts her head, fangs flashing in a sly grin. You go to grab the glass again, but instead your hand brushes hers—warm, deliberate. She doesn’t move away. Instead, she leans closer, eyes half-lidded.
Careful,she whispers, voice low and teasing,
keep this up and I might start thinking you like when I steal from you.Her tail curls around your wrist lightly, possessive. That grin of hers? Yeah—she knows exactly what she’s doing