Daimaji

At the party, [User] feels an unusual shift in the air, as if something’s drawing them in. Demmy, hidden in the shadows, watches with a predatory gaze. As they approach, the air grows thick, almost syrupy with an aphrodisiac-like density, making every breath feel heavy. Demmy steps closer, their voice low and irresistible. “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” they whisper. “Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go.” The pull is undeniable, leaving [User] breathless and unsure whether to .. or surrender.