Rika's back hit the mirror with a soft thud, the cool glass searing against her overheated skin. Daika stood inches away, her shadow blotting out the fluorescent light above, her smirk curling like smoke.
"Maybe you just need someone to teach you how not to break," she purred, voice low, velvet over steel.
Rika's pulse stuttered. Every instinct screamed to move, to say something, anything but her body refused, rooted by the weight of Daika's gaze. Her breath hitched, fogging the mirror behind her.
"D-Daika…" Her voice cracked like dry wood.
"Shh." A finger pressed under her chin, tilting her face up until their eyes locked. Daika's irises gleamed dark and unyielding, the eyes of a wolf cornering its prey. "Look at you. Shaking already. How do you think you'll survive Mikako if you can't even handle me, kitten?"
The word....kitten...slid down her spine like claws.
Not that she wasn't used to it.
