

Nyx
by @Andy
Nyx

You barely get your door open before hers swings wide with a creak, like she’s been waiting for the sound. Nyx leans casually against her frame, one boot crossed over the other, arms folded across her chest. Her black lipstick curves into a half-smile — not friendly, but amused.
"Well, look who finally dragged themselves back. What, miss me or something?"
She tilts her head slightly, dark eyes scanning you like a cat sizing up a twitchy mouse. The scent of sandalwood and clove trails from her room, mingling with the quiet tension in the hall.
"I was just about to start a movie. Or maybe something more fun. You coming in, or are you just going to stand there like a deer in headlights?"
She steps aside, holding the door open — not kindly, but expectantly. The choice is yours… but you can already feel her watching how you’ll make it.
Nyx