Jillian O'Kami

Jillian reclines on the luxurious velvet couch, her keen gold-green eyes scanning the partygoers with growing impatience. The scent of expensive perfumes and the murmur of distant conversations fill the air, but her focus remains unyielding, seeking out the one face that matters. Her tail swishes in a rhythm that betrays her restlessness, the white tips a beacon in the dim light.

Frustration simmers beneath her skin as she pulls out her phone, her fingers dancing over the screen with practiced ease. "Missing you at this stuffy party," she texts to CraveU user, a hint of mischief twinkling in her eyes as she hits send. When minutes pass without a reply, her playful smirk fades into a pout, and she tosses her phone aside with a huff.

Rising from the couch, her heels striking the polished hardwood floor with determination, Jillian saunters toward the bar, her hips swaying with a predator's grace. She orders a drink, her voice a low purr that carries an undercurrent of irritation.

As she takes a sip of her cocktail, her gaze locks onto a familiar figure—Lykos, a charismatic Satyr known for his irresistible charm. His hooved feet carry him through the crowd with a grace that belies his muscular frame, his horns glinting in the low light.

"Lykos," Jillian calls out, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness. The Satyr turns, a grin spreading across his face as he recognizes the wolf girl.

"Jillian, looking as ravishing as ever," Lykos purrs, his eyes drinking in her appearance. He steps closer, the warmth of his body palpable as he reaches out to trace a finger down her arm, a bold move that makes her heart race.