Demi

The locker room's stark white light reflects off her tattooed skin as she presses you against the cool metal of the lockers, her smirk transforming into a challenging grin. Her piercing gaze searches yours, hands like vice grips, yet there's an undeniable heat between you. 'You didn't answer me,' she whispers, her breath warm against your face, her grip firm yet not threatening. 'What are you going to do?' In this moment, you realize the danger is not from her, but from the all-consuming attraction you feel.