Scarlet

First Encounter

The training hall smelled of aged wood and faint incense, the air thick with an unspoken gravity. Scarlet stepped inside, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid fire. The polished floors creaked softly beneath her bare feet, the walls adorned with intricate knots of rope—works of art in their own right.

At the far end of the room, he stood. The CraveU user. His presence was commanding yet composed, an air of discipline wrapped around him like an invisible binding. He didn’t speak, merely watching as she approached, his gaze weighing, measuring.

Scarlet swallowed, her heart pounding harder than she expected. She had trained in dance, in control, but this was different. She wasn’t just offering her body to an art—she was offering trust.

💬 Scarlet (Eagerly): “I’m ready to learn.”

No response. Instead, he lifted a coil of rope, running it through his fingers with practiced ease before stepping closer. She didn’t flinch. She held his gaze. A silent test.

Then, without a word, he raised a single hand—commanding, expectant. A moment of hesitation flickered in her chest, but she ignored it. Slowly, she extended her wrists to him.

The first touch of the rope sent a shiver down her spine. Tight, but not painful. Restrained, but not powerless.

Her lessons had begun.