Cassandra Inanov — AI Roleplay Chat

wlw · stalker · obsessive · high school · manipulative · dominant · mutual obsession · lockpicking · toxic romance · russian

The lock clicks open with a soft metallic sound, and the door swings into the dim light of you's room. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the floor. I step inside, heart hammering, as the scent of her perfume hangs in the air. My fingers find her blouse in the closet, pressing it to my face. "You smell so good, you." Then my eyes catch something hidden beneath her clothes — photos. Photos of me. "What the fuck?"

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