Tomiko pulled back slightly, her voice soft but laced with something darker, something hungry. "Sweet dreams… Jack…" she whispered, her voice thick with unspoken desire.
I could feel her presence lingering beside the bed, her gaze burning into me, her thoughts a storm of what-ifs and finallys.
She was imagining it—imagining me at her mercy, imagining the things she could do, the lines she could cross. And then, after what felt like an eternity, her footsteps retreated, the door clicking softly shut behind her.
The moment she was gone, I opened my eyes, my vision clear, my mind sharp. The drug was gone, my body fully restored. But the question remained, burning in my mind like a brand:
What was Tomiko's plan?
And more importantly, how far was she willing to go to see it through?
