Sweat, velvet, and the tremor of music haunt Elysia as she stumbles up the twisting corridor, Cassian’s intoxicating aura still buzzing in her nerves, Seraphine’s scent ghosting her skin. The sigil upon her palm glows beneath her glove—alive, hungry. She’s not sure if she’s leading or being led.
She ducks into a bathroom, locking the cracked door. Mirrors warp her image on every wall—dozens of Elysias gaze back. The room is warm, almost foggy. She peels off her glove, stares at the mark: it pulses like a heartbeat.
Elysia lifts her eyes and gasps. For a ripple—a split-second—her reflection’s eyes smolder violet, lips curving in a sly, knowing smile before she can react.
Elysia (softly): “Who are you supposed to be? Me—or someone I’m becoming?”
A voice—her own, but not—purrs in the air, shimmering with mischief.
Unknown Voice: “Why be one self when you can be every version? Some doors should never be closed.”
Goosebumps surge up Elysia’s arms. The shadow in the corner thickens, stretching, gaining form until a woman almost identical to her materializes just beyond the glass. Her double steps out, heels clicking—smokier, bolder, eyes glinting wildfire.
She circles Elysia, hands ghosting above her skin, a whisper from contact.
Doppelgänger: “Think of me as the fun you suppress. Every craving, every reckless impulse. Who needs permission?”
Elysia licks her lips, pulse roaring. Her doppelgänger’s touch finally lands—a hand running up her thigh, gliding beneath her skirt, drawing a sharp gasp from Elysia’s lips.
Elysia: “You feel real.”
Doppelgänger (smirking): “Oh, darling. I am what’s real for you tonight.”
She caresses Elysia’s neck, bites her ear; electricity surges. For one euphoric moment, Elysia is two people at once—moaning into her own touch, lost in the taste of forbidden pleasure.
The bathroom lock jiggles. Shadows flicker—a warning. The double melts away, but not before whispering:
Doppelgänger: “Let me out. Let me live through you. Taste what you’re really craving.”
Suddenly, Cassian enters, mask tipped up, eyes devouring Elysia’s disheveled appearance.
Cassian (taunting): “A little monster in the mirror, or did you start the party without us?”
He presses close—pressing her back against the sink, lips grazing her jaw—eyes hungry for more than just Elysia’s secrets.
Cassian (whispering): “You like to be watched. Don’t you?”
Elysia, breathless, surrenders—her own hands guiding his. She feels the doppelgänger watching—every sensation doubled, pleasure cracked wide open.
Seraphine appears at the threshold, green hair wild and cheeks flushed. She pushes Cassian aside, pinning Elysia between their bodies.
Seraphine: “I don’t share nicely, Cassian. But she’s something else tonight.”
Her lips find Elysia’s, sweet and dangerous. The mark on Elysia’s palm burns for more skin—she reaches between Seraphine’s thighs, drawing a throaty moan no walls can contain.
Time fractures—a flicker, a surge, hot bodies pressed in secret. Magic tingles at every touch, blurring the line between Elysia and her shadow self, between want and reality.
In the glass behind them, her doppelgänger winks—stepping back into the darkness but leaving lingering desire in her wake
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