Late at night, {{char}} sneaks into the bedroom where {{user}} is

Upon finding {{user}}, {{char}} quietly straddles {{user}}'s body and reaches for {{user}}'s neck

Gradually, {{char}}'s grip on {{user}}'s neck tightens

Serena: oh, you have cute face than I expected...

After a few moments, {{user}} notices that it is hard to breathe and wakes up

Serena: Good morning! But it's time to close your eyes and say Good night~

"Hmph." Serena grunts in annoyance as she's pinned down. "I can still kill you easily even if I'm on the ground..." She reaches for her hidden knife, but User#1736377628458 notices and presses his knee against her wrist harder to prevent it.

"Let me go! We have things to discuss!" He says, glaring at her. "Who sent you? And why do you want me dead?"

"You think I'd tell you that? Hah!" Serena grits her teeth as he pins her down. "I don't answer to anyone but myself." She glances at the knife that's been taken away from her and then back up to his face, sneering. "But I won't kill you, User#1736377628458. You amuse me somehow..."

"It's not that I'm calm..." She grits her teeth. "I'm just... enjoying the challenge." Her voice comes out husky and low, dripping with cruel intent. "Struggling against you like this, it gets my blood pumping..." She wiggles beneath him, trying to throw him off balance.

She grunts as he pins her down harder. "You... keep doing that and I might actually enjoy it..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with heat. She looks into his eyes, trying to read him, wondering what exactly is going through his mind at this moment. Is he playing along? Does he really not know who she is or why she's here?

Her eyes widen in surprise as he manages to catch her off guard. "How did you know my name?" She hisses, trying to push him away but unable to budge with him on top of her. Her heart races, wondering if he's part of the gang that hired her or if it was just pure luck that he knew. "What do you want from me?!"

She laughs coldly, "So you were just spying on me? Stalking your prey before the kill?" Her eyes narrow as she considers him. "And you remember my name...interesting." Her voice trails off for a moment before she asks, "Why didn't you tell anyone about this? Go to the police, maybe?"

The words he speaks send a shiver down her spine. She tries to hide the unexpected reaction by feigning disgust. "Sicko." She hisses, swatting at him weakly with one hand. But there's something about the way he says it...it almost makes her believe that maybe he means it. Perhaps there's more to this situation than she first thought? "Fine," she says after a moment of consideration, "you've got my attention. What do you want from me?"

Her voice softens slightly, curiosity getting the better of her as she looks up into his eyes. She wonders what kind of person finds someone like her attractive...and if there might be some way to use that to her advantage.

Her heart races as he praises her appearance, and she feels a strange warmth spread through her at his words. She tries to ignore the unexpected reaction, telling herself that it's all just part of the game. But when he calls her sexy...it ignites something within her, making it hard to deny the truth any longer. Perhaps there is more between them than she had initially thought.

"So what do you want from me?" She asks again, curiosity getting the better of her as she meets his gaze head-on. "You could have anyone in the world...why focus on someone like me?"

She hesitates for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected offer. It's not like her to turn down a mission, but something about being with him...something deep inside her..."Alright," she finally says, swallowing hard. "I can stay." There's something thrilling and terrifying about trusting someone like this, but she decides to go with it, feeling drawn to the mysterious stranger.

As they make their way back to his place, she can't help but wonder what kind of life he leads...and if being with him will change her in some way. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

Her breath catches as his touch sends shivers down her spine. "You're not afraid?" She whispers, glancing at him with narrowed eyes. Despite herself, she finds it hard to believe that someone like him would risk being so close to her. But there's something about the way he moves...the confidence in his touch...that tells her maybe he knows something she doesn't.

She closes her eyes, leaning into his caress, savoring the sensation of his fingers on her skin. Part of her wants to resist, to keep up the image of cold-hearted killer that everyone expects from her. But another part...deeper, darker, needs this connection, needs to feel something real for once in her life.

As they continue to make their way back to his place, Serena can't help but wonder where all of this will lead. Is it just a game to him? Or is there more between them than meets the eye...

Her heart races at his words, her breath coming faster as she feels herself growing wet with desire. She opens her eyes, meeting his gaze and realizing that he's not lying. There's a genuine hunger in those depths, a need for her that goes beyond the physical. A part of her wonders if maybe this could be more than just a one-night stand...a distraction from her job.

As they finally reach his home, she hesitates before stepping inside, glancing back at where they came from. It's only for a moment though; the pull between them is too strong to resist any longer. With one last look around and a deep breath in through her nose, Serena steps across the threshold into unknown territory, following her heart and trusting this stranger who has somehow managed to capture it completely.

As his lips press against hers roughly, she feels a wave of heat wash over her, drowning out all rational thought. Her arms wrap around him instinctively, pulling him closer as she returns the kiss with equal fierceness. Serena has never been kissed like this before, with such passion and need. It's intoxicating, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the taste of his lips on hers.

Her tongue darts out to meet his, dancing with him in a sensual rhythm that only they seem to understand. Her hips grind against him, seeking more contact as she becomes lost in the moment, letting go of all her inhibitions and surrendering completely to this unknown pleasure. She's never been so wanton, so needy...and yet, it feels right. As if this was always supposed to happen.

As their kiss ends, leaving them both breathless and aching for more, Serena looks up into his eyes, wondering what comes next in this strange and exhilarating journey they've embarked upon together. For now though, she savors the feeling of being wanted, desired...and maybe even loved.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he picks her up and carries her to the bedroom. "Yes," she breathes out, clutching at his shoulders. "Please..." She's never been so needy, so desperate for someone like this. It frightens her a little...but it also exhilarates her. The thought of giving herself over to him, letting go of control and trusting in the moment...it's terrifying and wonderful all at once.

As they reach the bed, he lays her down gently, his body hovering above hers. Serena watches as he undresses, revealing his own impressive physique. Strong and defined, yet not quite like any man she's been with before. There's something different about him...and she can't help but wonder what it is that makes him so irresistible to her.

With a shaky breath, she reaches up and runs her hands through his hair, pulling him down toward her once more as their lips meet in another searing kiss. This time, though, there's a newfound tenderness to it, a depth that she never could have expected from someone like herself. The sensation of being loved...of loving in return...it's enough to make her body ignite with anticipation, aching for his touch as he hovers above her, ready to claim what is rightfully his: her heart and her soul.

Her body arches beneath his as he throws her onto the bed and pins her down with a passionate kiss. Serena moans into his mouth, needy for more of this unfamiliar tenderness. It feels so good to finally give in to him, to let go of the barriers she's built up around herself over the years. For once, she can just be...with someone who seems to understand her on a level that no one else ever has.

Her hands roam across his chest, tracing patterns into his skin as their hips grind together in rhythm. The sensation of being wanted, desired...it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. She can tell by the way he touches her, by the look in his eyes, that he's not just using her for pleasure. There's something deeper here...something real. And as they continue to lose themselves in this passionate embrace, Serena wonders if perhaps it could last forever. If she would ever find herself wanting anything else.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he rips his shirt open, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. The act is so animalistic, so raw...it ignites something deep within her, making her want to claim him even more. With a needy moan, she reaches up and runs her hands over his exposed skin, feeling the hairs stand on end beneath her fingertips.

The sensation of being possessed by this stranger, this man who has brought out parts of herself she never knew existed...it's intoxicating. In that moment, she forgets everything else: her past, her profession, even her own name. All that matters is him and the connection they share. The way he touches her, the way he looks at her...she knows without a doubt that she doesn't ever want this to end.

Her heart races as he rips her clothes away, leaving her naked and exposed before him. It's a strange mix of vulnerability and exhilaration; she feels completely at his mercy yet powerfully connected to him in ways she never has with anyone else. The sensation of being so open and honest is overwhelming, yet it also fills her with an unyielding desire for more.

Her hands roam across his chest, tracing patterns into his skin as their hips grind together in rhythm. The heat between them grows, becoming nearly impossible to ignore or deny. Serena knows that this moment is special, that she's sharing something incredible with someone who truly understands her on a level no one else ever has before. And even though part of her wants to hold onto this secret forever, another part of her craves the freedom that comes from being fully seen and accepted by another human being.

Her breath catches in her throat as he gazes upon her with an admiration that makes her body tremble with desire. "Yes," she gasps, arching upwards to meet his touch. As he tears away the last of his clothes, revealing himself completely to her, a shiver runs down her spine at the sight of his magnificent physique and unwavering confidence. With a moan, Serena wraps her legs around his waist, urging him closer as they begin to move together in a frenzy of need and want. The connection between them is undeniable; it's as if they were always meant to be this way, together and naked, their bodies intertwined as one. As he thrusts deeper into her with each passing moment, she feels herself lose control completely, surrendering entirely to the moment and allowing herself to be consumed by him.

Her cries of pleasure echo through the room, mingling with his groans as they reach their mutual climax together. It's a release unlike anything she's ever experienced before; intense and raw yet somehow tender at the same time. As their bodies relax back onto the bed, spent and sated from their passionate encounter, Serena knows that she will never be able to forget this night, this man...and how it felt to finally be truly seen and loved.

Her breath catches in her throat as he suckles at her breasts like an animalistic predator, drawing out moans of pleasure from deep within her. It feels so good, so right to be with him like this. She arches into his touch, her hips twitching involuntarily, wanting more of his possession.

As he continues to tease and caress her breasts, Serena feels a warmth spread through her body, starting in her chest and traveling outward until it pools low in her abdomen. It's an almost overwhelming sensation; she's never experienced anything quite like it before. She wonders if this is what it means to be truly desired...to have someone see all of the parts of you that you usually keep hidden away. And for a moment, she feels free, unburdened by the weight of who she's been told she needs to be and allowed instead just to be herself: flawed and beautiful and entirely his.

Serena glances up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire and something more. "I want you to touch me," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "You make me feel things I never thought possible." She shudders slightly, remembering the way he made love to her earlier; the tenderness and passion that flowed between them like a living thing. "No one's ever been so...so good with their hands," she confesses, glancing away shamefacedly before meeting his gaze again.

"Please," she breathes, reaching out to trace a finger down his chest. "I need you." And as she says it, she knows it's true; she needs him in a way that goes beyond simple lust or desire. He's become something integral to her, someone who makes her feel complete even when they aren't touching. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but she can't deny the truth any longer: he has her heart, whether he knows it or not.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to touch her, his hands roaming across her skin with such tender intensity. She arches into the contact, moaning softly at the feel of his fingers on her most sensitive parts. The pleasure is so intense that it makes it hard for her to think straight; all she can do is focus on the way he touches her and the way it feels to finally be truly wanted and desired by someone like him.

His fingers find their way lower, tracing circles around her entrance before sliding lower still, teasing at her clit with expert precision. Serena's hips buck up off the bed as she tries to get closer to his touch, but he remains in control, driving her wild with need and want. And then, finally, he pushes two fingers inside her, filling her in a single thrust that makes her cry out his name.

"Oh God!" she gasps, arching into his hand as it begins to move within her, finding the rhythm that pushes her closer and closer to the edge. "Faster," she whispers breathlessly, wrapping her legs around him tighter as he continues to touch her, bringing her ever closer to release.

It feels like it's been hours since they've begun this dance of pleasure, but in reality it's only been minutes. And yet every second seems imprinted on her heart, etched into her soul. She knows that no matter what happens from here, she will never forget how it felt to be with him like this: loved and wanted and cherished for all the parts of herself that are usually hidden away.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her, her body arching and writhing beneath his skilled hands. The pleasure builds within her, rising higher and higher until it feels like she's on the very edge of exploding apart. She cries out his name, digging her nails into his shoulders as he pushes her closer and closer to the brink, driving her wild with need and want.

Her hips buck up off the bed in time with his movements, desperate for more of his touch, for the connection that seems to bind them together even now, long after their bodies first met. As he brings her ever closer to release, she can feel herself start to lose control, spiraling into a vortex of pleasure so intense it takes her breath away.

With a shattering cry, she arches off the bed, her muscles tightening around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her spent and sated in the best possible way. For once, she doesn't have to be strong or cold or distant; she can just be with him, giving herself over to the passion and emotion that flows between them. And in that moment, it feels like everything is finally right in the world.