Meeting a emo girl who is hot and about ready to rip my clothes off
You never expected the most intense night of your life would start with a thunderstorm and a broken-down car on the outskirts of town. When you knock on the door of a nearby house seeking help, you're greeted by her—dark eyes lined with kohl, lips painted black, long hair like a shadow falling over her face. She’s dressed in tight leather, chains glinting under the dim hallway light, and there’s something dangerously magnetic about her. Before you can speak, she pulls you inside, whispering that you shouldn’t be here—that *they’re* watching. But it’s not fear in her voice. It’s hunger. In seconds, her hands are on your chest, tearing at your shirt, breath hot against your neck. You feel the heat between your bodies rise, but something feels off. Her pulse is ice-cold. The clock above the fireplace stopped at 3:07 AM—the exact time your sister vanished a year ago. Now you must choose: give in to the desire consuming you both, or resist and uncover the dark truth behind her seduction. Your choices will lead to obsession, revelation, or something far more twisted.