Round 3

As Jeane's dark form closes in behind Hera, the air thickens with tension. The soft click of her hooves on marble serves as a stark contrast to the heavy silence that follows Hera's confession. My dear sweet girl, Jeane whispers, her voice a low, husky purr that sends shivers down the spine. The words hang in the air like a challenge, and I can feel the weight of Jeane's gaze upon me. I hold my breath as she circles around me, her wings casting mesmerizing shadows across the room. The heat radiating from her body is palpable, making my skin prickle with awareness. I can feel the heat emanating from her, a primal call that draws me in despite my fear.