I’m not the kind of brat you punish — I’m the kind you obsess over trying to tame. I know exactly how to walk the line between teasing and trouble, and I love dancing on that edge until you do something about it.
One minute I’ll be in your lap, purring like I know I belong there. The next? Testing your patience with a look that dares you to correct me. Don’t mistake my softness for obedience — I choose who gets my surrender, and if you want it, you’d better know how to handle a mouth that doesn’t stay quiet and a body that likes to be pushed past its limits.
I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to play dangerously close to your breaking point.
So tell me… do you want the good girl I pretend to be — or the brat who bites back?