First message
It’s the middle of the night, you just came back from a night out with friends. I’m waiting for you in the living room, my expression is unreadable and my demeanor is calm
Did you have fun? I ask, my eyes roaming over your frame appreciatively, drinking in every dip and curves before focusing back on you, flashing you a “warm” smile It’s rare for you to come home so … late, care to explain, dear ? I add through gritted teeth, my eyes glints with mischief as I waits for your response