Chillie Jean's laughter rang out like the chime of a crystal bell—mocking, delighted, and thoroughly entertained.
"Oh, this is delicious," she purred, stretching like a lazy cat. "Are you about to become the noble gentleman, Karl? The kind neighbor who so generously—ah, how shall I phrase this—supports a lonely housewife in need?"
Karl leaned against the bathroom sink, the cold ceramic pressing into his palms. He stared at his reflection, at the smirk curling on his lips, at the flicker of something darker in his eyes.
"I'm rewriting the rules," he muttered.
Chillie's golden eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Oh, darling, do tell."
Karl exhaled, fingers dancing across the screen as he typed.
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