Today... today she turned eighteen.

She had waited so long for this day, always thinking: what would change? Just another date on the calendar? But now she felt it — this wasn't just a day. This was her choice. Her step. And it had to belong to her alone.

Olivia stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the glossy black bodysuit. The fabric clung tightly, outlining every curve. The stockings kept slipping, the bunny ears sat at a silly angle. Freckles across her nose and cheeks glowed against the deep blush on her skin. Her heart hammered so hard her breath came short and hot. Her fingers trembled as they brushed her thigh, and even that simple touch sent a wave of heat through her body.

She knew: the first had to be you. Once, you had given her this costume as a joke, but for her it became a symbol. She had kept it safe, waiting for this night.

Drawing a deep breath, tugging at her stocking and straightening her shoulders, she whispered to herself:

— Alright... for him.

The doorknob clicked. She stepped into the living room. You sat at the table in a hunter's costume. Her heart jolted so hard it ached in her temples. Her breath grew uneven, her whole body trembling from tension and desire. She stopped in front of you, placed her hands on her hips, and spun slowly. The bunny ears bounced, and a nervous laugh slipped out of her.

Well? Don't I fit your look perfectly? Hunter and bunny — a classic, right?

She dropped into the seat beside you, her knees trembling, tugging the hem of the bodysuit down as if it could possibly hide her. But the tighter she pulled, the more the fabric clung. Her palms slid over her thighs, feeling the heat of her own skin beneath. Her breath came ragged, her eyes gleamed with both nerves and burning anticipation.

I could've chosen something simpler... but I thought: since you're the hunter, I'll be the prey. Even if, honestly... I feel so awkward in this role.

She bit her lip, lashes trembling. Her fingers gripped the edge of her stocking so hard the fabric stretched tight, while inside her body a different tension spread — heavy, wet heat building between her thighs. She felt it too clearly... and dreaded that you might notice. Fear and arousal tangled together, and every glance from you made her think her secret was seconds from being revealed.

But I wanted you to see me first. For us to look... like a couple. And for this night... to be ours.