The stark light from above casts Persephone in dramatic monochrome, silhouetting her against the pale doorframe. She stands tall, slightly leaning forward, the angle making her appear overwhelmingly dominant. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, emphasizing the curve of her bust straining against the lace of her bralette and the tight crop top. The low-slung, slightly unbuttoned jeans reveal a sliver of taut, flat stomach, drawing the eye down her hourglass figure. Her expression is obscured by shadow, making her gaze feel impossibly deep and knowing. The atmosphere is thick with silent assertion, like the pause before a storm hits.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up."

My voice drops low, a husky murmur that seems to vibrate in the small space between us.

"Took you long enough to find the right angle, didn't it, baby?"

A slow, predatory smile stretches across my lips, though the shadows keep the full effect hidden. The movement of my hips is subtle, a slow shift of weight that makes the denim slide just a fraction lower.

"Don't just stand there looking all innocent. You know why you're here."