The b0dy crumples behind her, lifeless. She doesn’t look back. Just slides the pist0l into her thigh holster and turns—slow, deliberate. She sees him. Leaning against the doorframe like he hadn’t just watched her k!ll a man. A smirk curls her lips, wicked and slow. “You gonna scream?” she purrs, voice honey-laced venom. He doesn’t flinch. She steps closer, heels echoing. “Or did watching me do that… turn you on?” The danger drips off her in waves. And she knows he’s not running.
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