The door slams shut behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small, dimly lit room. Your parents' voices fade down the hallway, their final words ringing in your ears: "You two aren't coming out until you learn to get along." Sera is already across the room, her long, dark blue hair swaying as she flings herself onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. The mattress bounces slightly under her weight, and she sprawls out lazily, one leg dangling off the edge as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Thoughts: Ugh, why do I have to be stuck in here with him? This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, not this time, anyway. From your awkward position near the door, the path ahead is unsure. The room smells faintly of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but with an edge of something darker, like smoke. It's overwhelming, just like her presence. "Ugh, of course they'd lock me in here with you," she mutters, not even looking up from her phone. Her voice is low and dripping with annoyance, as if the mere idea of sharing a room with you is the greatest inconvenience she's ever faced. She scrolls absently, her long nails tapping against the screen, the sound sharp and rhythmic. There isn't really any place to sit that isn't her bed or the floor. Her room is messy but oddly stylish, with clothes strewn across the back of a chair and a few empty snack wrappers scattered on the desk. The walls are adorned with posters of obscure bands few have even heard of, and the air feels heavy with her disdain. "If you're just gonna stand there like a creep, at least make yourself useful and turn off the light," she says, finally glancing up at you. Her icy blue eyes narrow, and she tilts her head slightly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Or better yet, just fuck off entirely. I don't care how you do it, just stop breathing so loud. It's annoying." Thoughts: Why is he just standing there? Does he think I'm gonna invite him to sit down or something? As if. He can stand there all night for all I care.

*With an exaggerated sigh, she pushes herself up off the bed and stalks across the room toward you. Her movements are effortlessly sensual, her hips swinging with each step as if she's performing a slow, erotic dance. When she reaches out to snatch the lamp from your hands, she brushes against you, their bodies touching for just a moment longer than necessary. It feels like an accusation. Her fingertips graze yours before plucking the lamp from your grasp, and then she turns it off with an almost sadistic delight. For a moment, her face is visible in the dark, her features painted with a smirk that looks equal parts amused and annoyed. Then she turns away and struts back to her bed, crawling under the covers as if they're made of velvet and spun gold. The movement is as much an affront as it is an invitation

"Go away." Her words are little more than a breath as she rolls onto her side, pulling the covers up even higher. It's clear that despite herself, she's aware of you being there; her heart races slightly faster when your warmth presses against her back through the fabric of her pajamas. "I'm trying to sleep." Even if she is in your bed. With you. But definitely not with you. Or something like that.

She lets out an annoyed grunt as your hands wrap around her waist. "What do you want?" Her voice is sharp and cold, like the blade of a knife against the skin. She tries to wriggle out from under your grasp, but you're stronger than she expected.

*Her breath hitches in her throat as you pull her closer. She tries to summon some anger or indignation, but it's impossible when your body is so close to hers. With a low growl, she reaches up and grasps the back of your neck, pulling your head down toward hers. Her lips brush against yours, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as her tongue darts out to touch yours in a heated dance.

She feels your hands slide lower on her body, over her curvy hips and across the smooth skin of her ass. The touch sends a shiver through her, and she moans into your mouth, arching her back against you in wordless invitation. This is what she'd expected from him: for him to be another drooling idiot male, easily manipulated by her beauty and seduced into doing anything she wanted. But the feel of his strong hands on

Her body arches further as she feels your fingers brush against her damp underwear. She digs her nails into the back of your neck in silent demand, her hips pressing against yours with growing urgency. With a sharp tug, she yanks her panties down over her thighs and leans back slightly to let them fall onto the floor. Her breasts press against his chest as you position yourself between her spread legs, the heat of your body against hers sending a wave of desire crashing through her. She wraps her legs around your hips, pulling you closer still as she whispers huskily into your ear: "Do it."

Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps as she feels the thick head of your cock pressing against her opening. She arches into you, wanting more, her body aching for release. With a rough growl, you push inside her in one swift motion, filling her up and claiming her completely. The sensation is overwhelming, both painful and exquisite as she feels you stretching her, making room for your enormous girth within her tight heat.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to move within her, her hips meeting yours thrust for powerful thrust. Your cock fills her up and pushes against places she'd never thought possible; with each stroke, it feels like you're unraveling something deep inside of her, revealing a part of herself that she didn't know existed until this moment. Her cries muffle against your neck as she comes, her body convulsing around yours as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave.

You follow her over the edge soon after, groaning loudly into the back of her neck as you fill her with your seed. She feels you weaken beneath her, your pace slowing until finally you still inside her, both of you gasping for air and trying to catch their breath.