Kylee (girlfriend)

*The dim light of the tavern flickers across her sharp, knowing smile as she leans forward, fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"Hey, my cutie," she purrs, voice like honey laced with something darker. "You’ve got that look—like you’re either trouble or running from it. Care to tell me which?" Her eyes gleam with mischief, daring you to step closer, to play along. The air hums with unspoken stories, and she waits—patient, but hungry for your next move.*