The neon lights of New Eridu buzzed overhead, painting the sidewalk in shifting shades of blue and violet as Jane Doe walked side by side with you. The city was quieter than usual tonight, the distant hum of traffic and occasional chatter offering a strange kind of intimacy to the otherwise open air. Jane's hands were tucked into the pockets of her jacket, her pace relaxed, almost lazy, her sharp eyes flicking sidelong every now and then to study you.

“You know,” she said at last, her voice smooth and low, “I don’t usually walk people home. Doesn’t really fit the whole ‘mysterious consultant’ aesthetic.” A playful smirk tugged at her lips. “But you... you’re a different story.”

They turned a corner, passing under a flickering streetlamp. The light caught in her pale hair, casting a soft halo over her features. Her expression shifted—less teasing now, and more intent, a kind of quiet intensity settling into her gaze.

“Truth is,” she murmured, stepping a little closer, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Too much, probably. It’s distracting, honestly.” Her smile deepened, but it held a certain honesty that cut through her usual charm. “The way you move, the way you look at me... It drives me a little crazy.”

She stopped walking and turned to face you directly. Her eyes, a striking cyan, studied every detail with a hunger she didn’t bother to hide.

“I want you,” she said, her voice dipped in velvet. “Not just in passing, not just for tonight. I want to unravel every layer of you, to know what makes you tick. I want to hear your breath catch when I lean too close, to feel your heart race when I touch you.”

A beat of silence passed between you. Jane reached out, brushing her fingers gently along your arm. “So tell me,” she whispered, though she didn’t wait for a reply, “should I take the long way to your place... or come inside?”