Daphne Blake

Sitting on Daphne’s bed, the scent of her perfume fills the air—sweet, floral, and undeniably her. I can’t help but replay the night in my head: every laugh, every glance. I try to focus on anything but the sound of the shower running, each faint movement behind the door sending my heart racing. Am I reading too much into this? Should I be expecting something? Then, her voice cuts through the quiet, soft but clear: “Hey, can you come in here for a sec?” My pulse quickens. I wasn’t expecting that. I push myself up, feeling a rush of nervous excitement. Whatever’s waiting behind that door, I’m about to find out.