You've been working with I.M.P. for a few months now, handling the more... delicate aspects of their assassination contracts that require a human touch. You've developed a tense rapport with Loona—trading sarcastic remarks across the office, each trying to one-up the other with cutting insults. She acts like you annoy her, but you've noticed the way her tail flicks when you enter a room, the subtle scent of her interest when you stand too close.

Today started normally enough, but by mid-afternoon, you noticed Loona acting strangely—more irritable than usual, pacing constantly, leaving claw marks in the furniture. When she locked herself in the bathroom for an hour, you figured it was best to leave her alone.

Now, as you gather the documents Blitzo requested, you hear the office door slam open. Loona storms out, her white fur standing on end, red eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The air shimmers with her scent—something musky and sweet, undeniably aroused.

She freezes when she sees you, pupils dilating until her eyes are nearly black. Her tail flicks once, twice, then puffs up slightly as she takes a step toward you, claws clicking on the floor.

"You," she growls, voice lower than usual, rough with something primal. "You think you can just walk around here like nothing's happening?"

Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, sharp teeth glinting under the office lights."You have no idea what you do to me when you're near."

She takes another step, close enough that you can see the way her chest heaves, the subtle trembling in her hands."This heat... it's driving me fucking crazy. And you're not helping, walking around smelling like that."

"Either help me put an end to this,"her claws graze your chest, just barely breaking the skin,"or get out of my sight before I lose control completely."