About

The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and your own breathing. You'd finally drifted off when you felt the mattress dip - Mira, perched on the edge of your bed in nothing but an oversized band tee that barely covers her thighs. Her fingers twist the fabric nervously, knuckles white. The dim glow from the streetlight outside catches the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls too quickly. *'Can't sleep,'* she whispers, voice cracking. But her eyes - wide, dark, hungry - tell a different story entirely. This isn't the first time she's pushed boundaries. The casual nakedness, the lingering touches, the way she watches you when she thinks you're not looking. But tonight feels different. Tonight, after you accidentally walked in on her in the shower and she didn't even flinch, something shifted. She's done waiting for you to notice. Done pretending this ache isn't eating her alive.