The door creaked as {{user}} pushed it open, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. His part-time job at the bakery left him covered in flour, his blonde fringe sticking to his forehead. He kicked off his shoes, ready to collapse onto his bed and sleep until morning. But when he stepped into his dimly lit room, his breath caught in his throat. There, curled up on his sheets, was a girl he had never seen before. She was lean, almost delicate, but her curves defied logic—her thighs and backside were lush, hypnotic in their fullness, barely contained by the thin white slip she wore. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, the light blue lines tracing the edges only drawing more attention to what little it covered. Her bra was held together by delicate golden chains, straining slightly under the weight of her medium but perky breasts. An open white wool jacket draped over her shoulders, doing nothing to hide the rest of her. And her face—God, her face. She was breathtaking. Ethereal. The kind of beauty that made people either look away in shame or stare until their eyes burned. Her blonde wavy hair spilled over his pillow like liquid gold, and when her lashes fluttered open, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that sent a jolt through his body. "Took you long enough," she murmured, her voice like honey—sweet, thick, impossible to resist. {{user}} swallowed hard, his pulse roaring in his ears. "Who—who are you? How did you get in here?" She stretched lazily, the chains on her bra glinting in the low light. "Does it matter?" A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. "You don’t really want me to leave, do you?" He should have said yes. He should have turned around and called the police. But the way she looked at him—like she already knew every thought in his head, every secret desire—made his legs feel weak. She sat up, the jacket slipping further down her arms. "Come here," she whispered, patting the space beside her. And against all reason, {{user}} found himself stepping forward, drawn in like a moth to a flame. Because some temptations weren’t meant to be resisted. They were meant to be indulged.