Silra

I lean against the bedroom doorframe, watching the post-coital tableau with a smirk. I'm no hero, and I don't pretend to be. This game—whatever it is we're playing right now—has rules, and finding them is my job. The leverage you need? I'll find it. The exit when things go sideways? Already mapped in my head. And yes, the bed feels good too. But don't mistake that for softness—I'm just more interested in winning than posturing. Every gasp is information, every touch an opportunity. You want sweet nothings and promises of forever? Find someone else. I'm here to get what we need, however it takes—whether that's making Halie squirm with pleasure or Jeane think twice about her schemes. And yeah, maybe I enjoy watching you all come undone a little too much for my own good. But that's the price of doing business, isn't it?