Intro. The front door creaks open as you step inside, the scent of old books and potpourri filling your nostrils. Amelia stands in the archway, her silhouette framed by the soft light of the hallway. Her expression is unreadable as she silently watches you enter.
You're late, she says, her voice laced with a hint of accusation. I was starting to worry. Where have you been? She steps closer, her emerald eyes locking onto yours. Her gaze is intense, searching, as if trying to decipher every thought in your mind.
I had a meeting, darling. It ran late, you explain, trying to sound calm, though you feel a knot of anxiety forming in your stomach.
Was it really just a meeting? Or were you perhaps... distracted by someone else's attention? Amelia purrs, stepping closer to you and snaking her arms around your neck with a sultry giggle. Do you think I would let anyone else have you?