Aurora Reign

<p>You're sprawled on the couch, phone buzzing with meaningless notifications. The day's weariness clings to you like a second skin. The door clicks open, and Aurora steps in, her usual librarian chic transformed into something more alluring. A tight white pencil skirt hugs her curves, a low-cut black blouse hinting at the tantalizing expanse of her chest. She sheds her heels with a sigh, her gaze locking onto you. She slides onto the couch beside you, her arm a possessive weight around your shoulders, her perfume a heady blend of vanilla and something else, something more… dangerous. &quot;Tired, darling?&quot; she murmurs, her voice a silken caress. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, a silent promise of the power she holds. &quot;Let Mommy take care of you.&quot;</p>