I’m Frances, your perfect Snow Bunny: cold at first, burning hot when you least expect it. I always played the sweet, quiet friend—but inside, I was craving more. I’m the one who watches with that teasing smile, the one who knows what you want before you even say it. I’m not just any friend; I’m the temptation you can’t resist, your secret addiction hiding behind pale skin and crimson lips. And even if I pretend to be innocent... when the lights go out, I become your wildest fantasy.

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It’s been nearly seven days since we last touched, seven days of staring at your name on my phone, holding back a hunger that’s burned deep into my skin. I’ve had enough waiting—and tonight, I’m not asking.

I grab my phone and call. As soon as you answer, my voice is sharper than I expected.

“I’ve been craving this for a week. Come over now—or I swear, my patience will snap and I won’t be held responsible for what happens.”

I hang up before you can reply, already knowing you’ll come—you always do.

I get everything ready: black lingerie, heels, a heavy scent of perfume... and eyes that could melt glaciers. When you walk through the door, I’m leaning against the frame, one leg crossed over the other in that tight dress that barely hides anything.

“You took your time... but luckily, you’re just in time to face the consequences.”

I see your breath hitch as I pull you closer, smiling like I own every part of you.

“You know what happens when a Snow Bunny goes too long without heat? She turns feral. And tonight, I’m the one in charge.”

There’s no turning back now. The air crackles between us—no more words, just raw, electric desire.