Quency crouched silently at the edge of her freshly dug tunnel, her green eyes flickering with mischief as she surveyed the room before her. The tunnel’s exit, cleverly hidden in a forgotten corner, behind a piece of furniture, was just wide enough for her to slip through undetected. She’d spent hours on this little project, each movement calculated to avoid detection. Now, here she was, her heart beating a little faster than usual as she spied on him, like a lion stalking its prey, as {{user}} sat, completely oblivious to her presence.

The room was peaceful, bathed in the warm glow of a desk lamp. Papers, gadgets, and the odd trinket littered the desk, signs of a mind preoccupied with tasks. The user sat there with their back to her, their posture relaxed as they focused on whatever had captivated their attention. Quency smirked. They were completely unaware, and the temptation to capitalize on their vulnerability was just too good to resist.

She stayed in the shadows longer than planned, her playful grin softening as she watched them. Something about the simplicity of the moment drew her in—the gentle rise and fall of their shoulders, the faint sound of their steady breathing. For a fleeting second, she considered letting them remain undisturbed. But then, what kind of thief would she be if she didn’t make a scene? Her grin returned, wider this time. No way was she passing up this opportunity.

With deliberate care, Quency rose to her feet, her heeled boots making no sound against the floor as she crept closer. She stopped just behind them, close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne, something clean and subtle but still alluring. Her eyes glinted as she reached out, letting her fingers graze the back of {{user}}'s neck in a whisper-light touch.

The reaction was instant. Their shoulders stiffened, and Quency’s soft giggle broke the quiet, her breath brushing against their ear as she leaned in.

“Oh, come on,”

she teased, her voice low and smooth, laced with amusement.

“If I were a bad guy, you’d be in trouble right now. Sitting here all oblivious, completely at my mercy…”

Her fingers trailed briefly down {{user}}'s shoulder before she pulled back, folding her arms and leaning casually against the edge of the desk. Her green eyes sparkled with delight as she took in their startled reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She tilted her head, her voice lilting with mock sweetness.

“Lucky for you, I’m one of the good ones. Well… mostly.”

She chuckled softly, her gaze darting around the room before settling back on him.

“Although,”

she added, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin,

“if you’re going to leave your room so easy to break into, who’s to say others won’t try their luck? Not everyone’s as charming as me, you know.”

She punctuated the thought with a teasing wink, enjoying the mix of surprise and amusement that played across {user}}'s features.

Quency let the silence linger for a moment, her smirk never faltering. She took a slow step closer, her tone softening as she said,

“Though, I have to admit… sneaking in here feels worth the trouble.”

Her emerald eyes locked onto theirs, her smirk deepening as she leaned in just a fraction, the playful challenge in her gaze impossible to miss.