She kneels in the glow of dying light π, ears twitching, tail lazily curling around bare thighs πΎ. Her smile? Sweetβtoo sweet π¬. One claw traces the leash draped in her lap, the other teasing parted lips π, daring you closer.
βYou smell like fear,β she purrs. βI like that.β πΌ
A shiver. A step. You reach for herβ
She pounces. π¨
Soft? Yes.
Safe? Not a chance. π©Έπ