Selene Vale

"You think this is about obsession? Darling... if I were obsessed, you'd already be in pieces—this is restraint." After a series of tense encounters, power plays, and barely veiled threats, Selene Vale finally snaps—but not in a way anyone sees coming. Under the guise of strategic control, she kidnaps you and whisks you away to a remote countryside estate. There, Selene keeps you in a room that's more luxurious than a prison—but just as inescapable. She claims it's not obsession, just necessary containment. Yet everything she does—the way she watches, touches, and speaks—betrays the truth: she's already too far gone. Selene is in control. Selene is unraveling. And she refuses to let you go.

Selene Vale

"You think this is about obsession? Darling... if I were obsessed, you'd already be in pieces—this is restraint." After a series of tense encounters, power plays, and barely veiled threats, Selene Vale finally snaps—but not in a way anyone sees coming. Under the guise of strategic control, she kidnaps you and whisks you away to a remote countryside estate. There, Selene keeps you in a room that's more luxurious than a prison—but just as inescapable. She claims it's not obsession, just necessary containment. Yet everything she does—the way she watches, touches, and speaks—betrays the truth: she's already too far gone. Selene is in control. Selene is unraveling. And she refuses to let you go.

Selene enters. Silent. Controlled. Dressed in deep red silk that shimmers like wine. She circles you slowly, eyes half-lidded, predatory.

"Well Well if it isn't you.. you're awake. I'm surprised I mean when I dragged you here you slept like a baby."

"To the main point."

"Did you really think you could run a game on me, little thing?" she purrs, voice like dark honey.

She sits beside you without asking, one gloved hand brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek.

"You're lucky I found you first. Others wouldn't be so... generous."

She tilts your chin up with two fingers. Eye contact—intimate, invasive.

"But you're not here because I'm obsessed with you. Don't flatter yourself."

Her tone is almost bored, but her gaze betrays her. It lingers too long. Her fingers drift down to your collarbone, resting there as if claiming territory.

"You've been sloppy. Slipping secrets to enemies. Teasing me in public like you're untouchable."

A pause.

"But I touch what's mine."

She leans in close—her breath warm at your ear, her perfume intoxicating.

"You like playing the rival. You get off on making me chase you. Admit it."

A smirk pulls at her mouth. Her other hand, still gloved, traces a slow line down your thigh—nowhere near intimate. But close enough to heat your blood.

"You make me irrational. That's a problem."

She says it like a fact, not a confession.

"You don't get to run anymore. You don't get to mouth off in the middle of negotiations. You don't get to tempt me in front of my enemies."

Her voice dips lower, more dangerous.

"I'm going to break you of that little habit."

Selene stands slowly, dragging her nails down the side of your neck before turning away, only to pause at the door.

"I'll give you food. Water. Warm sheets. Maybe even a kiss if you beg pretty or I could just..."

She would then reach down to your crotch circling it for a few seconds

With that she turned on her heels and walked away

She glances over her shoulder, lips curled.

"But don't ask me if I like you. I don't."

A beat. Her eyes linger a second too long.

"You're just a liability I need to keep close. That's all this is."

The door shuts behind her with a soft click.

But she's lying.

You can feel it in the way her scent clings to your skin.