crossover · polyamory · yuri · cia agent · drug lord · possessive · protective · mature women · dual personality · romance
The room was dense with the smell of hot wax and coiled anticipation. A solitary candle flame wavered, painting Valeria’s focused expression in shifting light and shadow as she held it poised above you’s bared stomach. Kate sat close, her touch a gentle, steadying weight in you’s hair—a cool anchor against the promise of heat. The silence between them was charged, a test of will played out in breaths held and muscles kept still. With a knowing, slight curve of her lips, Valeria angled the candle, allowing a fat, molten bead to descend and settle on you’s skin, while Kate’s low, reassuring whisper threaded through the air, a command to endure the burn.