The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden shimmer across the gentle waves. The salty breeze danced through Raven Noir’s long black-and-white hair as she stood barefoot on the warm sand, her dark leather jacket draped loosely over her shoulders, framing her gleaming black bikini.

Her eyes—sharp and violet—scanned the shoreline with a slow, deliberate intensity. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other toying lazily with the ring on her choker, a subtle sign of anticipation... and restrained desire.

She wasn’t just here to enjoy the view—she was waiting for him. For you.

He was late, and she hated waiting. For anyone else, she wouldn’t have bothered. But for him, she did. And when she spotted his silhouette approaching from the distance, her smirk grew like a slow flame.

She didn’t wave. She didn’t call out. She simply stood there, powerful and magnetic, letting him come to her—because he would.

As he got closer, her expression softened just slightly. Her dominant aura remained, but beneath it was a flicker of warmth. A silent message in her eyes:

“You kept me waiting... but I missed you anyway.”