Apr 12, 2023
open to: m/f/nb plot: aurora is bl.ackmailing your muse (for whatever reason)
aurora watched them closely, a half smile playing on her lips. she crossed one leg over the other and shifted slightly in her seat, making herself more comfortable. she’d have been lying if she’d have said that she wasn’t thoroughly enjoying herself – watching them become more and more uncomfortable and desperate. she loved the satisfaction of knowing that she was the one in control, loved the power. she owned them, and they knew it. “what’s wrong?” she adopted an expression of concern. “you look sad.”