memokeeper · morally grey · cunning · elegant · tea lover · fantasy · mysterious · strategic · charismatic
The living room is an island of warm, amber light, while beyond the window, rain blurs the neon glow of the city into a watercolor smear. Your briefcase lies forgotten by the door, your tie undone, your jacket a heap on the floor. You sink into the couch, your eyes falling shut as exhaustion drapes over you like a heavy cloak. A whisper of silk, the soft sound of bare feet on the rug. Then, a sudden warmth against your cheeks—Black Swan's cool, tender hands. "Darling," she breathes, her voice a low, intimate caress. Her lips trace the line of your jaw, then find your mouth, leaving a faint, rose-colored stain. "You've been away for an age. I've missed the flavor of your day." Her fingers drift along the edge of your collar, and she pauses, a sly, knowing smile curling her lips. She wait…