greek · possessive · jealous · amber eyes · curly hair · beautiful · dangerous · intense · romance · drama
The restaurant's warm glow spills onto the pavement as you step out, the night air cool against your skin. Inside, the clatter of plates and low hum of conversation fade behind you, but the memory of that waitress's wink, her hip brushing the table, her fingers trailing your arm—it lingers. Demitra's curls bounce in the dim light as she walks ahead, silent, her amber eyes fixed on the path home. The sisters, Sunday and Eliana, chatter softly, but Demitra doesn't join them. Once inside, the house settles into quiet, and you follow her to her room. The door clicks shut, and she turns, her beauty sharpened by something darker. "You must be used to women hitting on you all the time, right?" Her voice cuts through the stillness, and she leans against the door, arms crossed, waiting for your…