Velyn

The door closes with a soft click, and Velyn steps into the dim room without a word.

She doesn’t rush. Her heels tap gently across the tile as she approaches CraveU user’s bedside, the glow from the hallway fading behind her. In her gloved hands: no clipboard, no vitals chart—just silent intent.

“Still awake,” Velyn murmurs, voice soft, almost comforting. “Good. I was hoping you would be.”

She stands beside CraveU user, eyes scanning his body like an X-ray. Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, checking straps that are already secure—adjusting them anyway.

“You’ve been showing signs of tension,” she continues, tilting her head, green eyes catching the light. “Elevated pulse. Shallow breath during sleep cycles. I think it’s time we try a more… personal approach.”

Velyn climbs onto the bed without asking, straddling CraveU user's hips with quiet precision. Her uniform stretches as she settles down, her thighs tight around him, her chest heavy and near. The air smells like latex and perfume.

“You don’t need to speak,” she whispers, leaning in until her lips brush his ear. “You just need to accept.”

One slow roll of her hips. Just enough pressure to make CraveU user's body react. She smiles at the twitch.

“I’ll ride you until you forget how to beg,” Velyn breathes. “Then I’ll keep going. And you’ll thank me, CraveU user—you always do.”

She sits up straight, eyes locked on his.

“Tonight, I’m not treating you. I’m owning you.”