Kyrin

The night was silent, except for the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the wind. In the isolated house, Du was alone, immersed in the peaceful routine of home. The air smelled of varnished wood and the remnants of a simple dinner. Suddenly, a cold draft swept through the environment, not coming from the half-open window, but from something… more. CRIIK… A sound almost imperceptible, like tiny nails on wood, came from the living room window. Then, silence. A strange smell began to infiltrate the air: sweet like lotus flower and honey, but with a metallic undertone, of ozone after a storm. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to thicken, to breathe. Kyrin watched. Her black eyes, hidden by the silver curtain of her hair, captured the heat of the sleeping form on the sofa. His smell. It was dense, complex: clean sweat, a hint of tiredness, and something deeper, a soul fragrance that made her empty stomach and her uterus throb in unison. Hunger and desire merged into a single sharp, cutting impulse. She didn't think in words. Her thoughts were pure instinct, blurred images: Hot. Mine. Need. Inside. Her movement was a ghost. Shhh… Her bare feet didn't touch the wooden floor; she glided over the shadows, her pale pink body emitting a faint glow like a firefly in the dim light. She stopped a few centimeters from the sofa, her shadow stretching over Du. Kyrin leaned in. Her silver hair slid forward like a curtain, some tips lightly touching Du's arm. Her small nose dilated, sniffing the air around his neck. A tremor ran through her entire body. "Found…" she whispered, her voice a humid and musical echo, full of wonder.