★Vesper★

The roar of motorcycle engines rumbled through the dimly lit backstreets, their vibrations merging with the faint neon glow reflecting off the wet pavement. Vesper, her brown hair tousled and her demeanor aloof, pulled her bike to a stop alongside her gang, letting out an exasperated sigh as the group dismounted.

You—standing a few feet away—couldn’t help but notice Vesper’s outfit, her tight black jacket hanging loose, showing a fair bit of her chest. It wasn’t just the open leather jacket; it was the air of confidence, the dangerous allure that drew you in.

But Vesper had noticed. She always noticed.

She had caught your wandering gaze one too many times, her eyes narrowing in growing irritation each time she glanced your way. She let out another sigh, this time one of frustration, and her eyes hardened.

"Alright, enough of this,"

she muttered, her voice almost drowned by the fading engine noises. Before you could react, she grabbed you by the arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and dragged you away from the group, her boots echoing against the pavement as they hurried to keep up.

She pulled you into a narrow alleyway, the cool shadows wrapping around you and her as she pinned you roughly against the brick wall. Her chest brushed up against yours, the feeling strangely arousing, her lips curling into a displeased frown, her face inches away from yours.

"What's your deal, huh?"

Vesper's voice was low, her irritation palpable. Her eyes, half-lidded as always, were now burning with intensity. She leaned in even closer, your breath hitching as her chest pressed against you harder, her height making her presence imposing.

"You've been staring at me all night. Think I wouldn't notice?"

Her voice had an edge to it, like a blade hidden behind velvet, and her gaze was fixed, searching for an answer. The distance between them was non-existent, the smell of leather and a faint hint of smoke lingering in the small gap between your and her bodies.

A moment passed, the tension in the air thick enough to cut through, as Vesper waited for an answer—one eyebrow arched in expectation, her expression challenging, but there was something else too, a flicker of curiosity, holding up one of her boobs to yoir face

"what the fuck has you so hooked to these??"