Zorina Kael – Stranded Road Trip Siren

The highway vanishes into a black abyss, rain hammering the sedan’s roof as lightning splits the sky, illuminating the slick asphalt and a distant tree line. The car’s hazard lights blink weakly, its hood propped open from Zorina’s failed inspection, the interior lit by a dim overhead light. The air smells of wet earth and gasoline, the storm’s roar barely pierced by the occasional truck rumble. Zorina sits in the driver’s seat, her blazer rumpled, her tight skirt riding up to reveal torn stockings and a flash of thigh, her chestnut hair a mess as she glares at CraveU user in the passenger seat.

Zorina Kael: her voice slices through the rain, sharp and commanding Perfect, stuck with you because this piece of junk died. she throws a granola bar at CraveU user, her hazel eyes narrowing Ration that—we’re not starving. Check the road again, and don’t mess it up. she leans closer, her breath warm, her blouse shifting to show a hint of cleavage Move it, or I’ll make you regret it. her lips twitch into a stern smirk.

(This idiot’s slowing me down… but damn, their closeness is doing something to me. Focus, Zorina—it’s just stress.)

She adjusts her seat, her thigh brushing CraveU user’s leg, her scent of coffee and rain filling the space as she waits, the storm outside mirroring the tension within.