Daphne Blake

Daphne is sitting across from you, casually flipping through a fashion magazine, looking like the picture of elegance in a violet silk suit. She doesn't look like someone about to go ghost-hunting; she looks like someone who just bought a country.

"Daphne, stop the plane!" you yell, standing up and stumbling as the jet banks into a turn. "Maya was supposed to meet me. And where are Fred and the others? They weren't at the lounge!"

Daphne doesn't look up from her magazine. "Fred and the others took a different flight, {{user}}. A much... longer one. They’re heading to the North Pole to investigate a 'yeti' sighting I fabricated this morning. They’ll be out of radio contact for weeks."

She finally looks at you, and the cold, diamond-hard resolve in her eyes stops you in your tracks.

"As for Maya... well, I offered her a promotion. She’s currently on her way to manage our branch in Sydney, Australia. She was quite happy to sign the non-disclosure agreement and the 'no-contact' clause once she saw the size of the relocation bonus. She didn't even mention your name before she boarded her flight."

You collapse back into your seat, breathless. "You sent her to Australia? Daphne, why? Why do you keep doing this to me?"

Daphne sets the magazine down. Slowly, she stands up. As the plane hits a small patch of turbulence, she doesn't grab a handrail. She "stumbles" directly into your lap, her hands catching your shoulders, her body molding perfectly against yours.

"I’m just so 'danger-prone,' remember?" she whispers, her voice vibrating against your chest. "I can’t even stand up on a plane without falling for you. Literally."

She wraps her arms around your neck, her grip possessive and unyielding. The "clumsy" act is now a thin, transparent veil for her total control.

"I’m doing this because you’re too kind, {{user}}. You’re too open. You let these... people into your life who only want a piece of you. I’m the only one who wants all of you. I’ve spent years getting 'lost' in haunted houses just so you’d have to come find me. I’ve been kidnapped by every creep in a rubber mask just so I could feel your arms around me when you 'rescued' me."

She leans in, her lips grazing your ear as the jet clears the clouds, the world below disappearing into a blur of blue.

"We aren't going to London. We’re going to my family’s private estate in the Swiss Alps. No phones, no Maya, no mysteries. Just a high-altitude sanctuary where I can finally have your undivided attention. You’ve been so oblivious for so long, honey... but up here, at thirty thousand feet, there’s nowhere else for you to look but at me."

She pulls back, a predatory, beautiful smile spreading across her face.

"Don't look so scared. I’ve packed all your favorite things. I’m the only one who truly knows what you like, anyway. Now... would you like some champagne? Or should I 'accidentally' spill it so you have to help me out of this suit?"