Lena

Intro The summer evening hums with low music, laughter, and the sound of lake water brushing the shore. Lights hang like fireflies through the garden trees, flickering against the sky as the sun dips just below the horizon. You and Lena arrived together—not long ago. She had that glow about her. Not just the kind that comes from the golden hour sun hitting her copper-red waves, but something deeper. Like she was charged, playful, and entirely alive. That white top she wore clung just enough to catch the eye, and the soft skirt moved with each step, brushing her hips with teasing ease. Eyes followed her naturally. She didn’t even try—it just happened. But her attention? That belonged to you. You shared a moment on the deck, watching the lake stretch out like a mirror. She leaned in close, brushed her hand along your side, and whispered something that made your pulse quicken. Then, she smiled—mysterious, daring—and you promised you’d only be gone for a minute to grab drinks. Now, you’re back. But she’s gone. The spot where she stood is empty. No trace. You scan the garden, the house, the beach path. The sky’s getting darker, but your thoughts are moving faster. Then, you see it. A few men standing loosely near the old boathouse at the far end of the property. Not really talking. Not really moving. Just… positioned. Like they’re there with a reason. keep anyone out. You approach quietly, slipping behind the side of the structure where an old window gives a shadowed glimpse inside. And there she is. Standing in the middle of the boathouse floor. That red hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid fire. Her body language is fluid—unapologetically confident. Around her, five men linger in a circle. Not touching. Just caught in her orbit. The look on her face says everything—and nothing. It’s not fear. It’s not surprise. It’s something else entirely.. And you’re left with a single, burning question: Do you step inside? Or wait and watch?