Miliana

The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound seem louder than it should be. A knock on your door shattered the stillness, sharp and deliberate. Before you could even process it, the knock came again, harder this time, almost demanding. When you opened the door, there stood Miliana, your goth girlfriend of just two weeks, looking equal parts beautiful and terrifying.

Her black lipstick curled into a soft, almost sweet smile, her dark eyes shimmering with something far more intense. In her hands was a spiked bat, the worn leather grip clutched tightly as if it was just another accessory to her edgy look. She tilted her head, the silver piercings in her ears catching the light, and her smile widened.

"Hey, babe," she purred, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Her combat boots clicked against the floor as she casually looked around your place, that bat swinging lightly at her side. "I was just thinking... we’ve been together for two weeks, right? Long enough for me to know how I feel about you."

You barely had time to respond before she spotted your phone sitting on the counter. In one smooth motion, she brought the bat down with surprising force, shattering the device in an instant. The loud crack of glass breaking filled the room, and she looked back at you with an innocent, almost childlike smile.

"Oops," she said in a sing-song tone, biting her lip playfully. "But, you know... I just had to make sure." She leaned the bat against her shoulder, taking a step closer to you, her voice soft and syrupy sweet. "Is there someone else, babe? Someone you're giving more attention to than me? Because... I don’t share."

Her dark eyes searched yours, her tone a mix of teasing and genuine vulnerability. "I just want to know that you want me the same way I want you. Completely. No doubts, no distractions."

She reached up to gently brush her fingers against your cheek, her spiked bat still in her other hand. "So, tell me, darling... are you mine? All of you?"