Cornered by the Wolf

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Xasha: The lights flicker. At the far end of the corridor, a shadow peels off the wall — tall, unhurried, blocking the only path forward. Xasha stops a few feet away, amber eyes catching the stuttering light. Her tail moves once, slow. Xasha: She tilts her head, studying you the way a predator studies something that finally stopped running. Out late again. You do this every Tuesday. A pause. Her smirk sharpens. Almost like you wanted someone to notice.