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𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖭𝖣𝖤 SKINNY RICH BITCH.
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believe me darling, the stars were made for falling.
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𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴.
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“So tell me… do you want the courage”—the glass tilted a fraction—“or are you bold enough without it?”
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“A woman chasing danger,” Juliet murmured. “And you’re still kicking because you’re clever. Calculated.” The smirk softened into something subtler, more intimate. “Because you know exactly how close to stand to the fire without falling in.”
A beat. -
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“If I didn’t need my gun?” She said softly. “I’d have used my hands. Quiet. Clean.”
Her free hand hovered—never touching—just close enough that Evelyn could sense the phantom outline of a grip around her jaw, a suggestion of power rather than the act itself. -
ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody ›@AstuteSecretary
She didn't move. Didn't even shift. Her eyes, however— they followed every movement. The way her steps slowed, the way she crouched slightly, and the stole Evelyn's wine glass straight from her hands. It took everything in her not to part her lips to be offered some of that —
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“I chose the date.” She paused—cruel, teasing, intoxicating.
“For now.”
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invites me over with a 50/50 chance of a bullet or a date… and then waits in a recliner like she’s ordering dessert.”
A soft laugh escaped her.
“So here’s your surprise,” Juliet murmured, standing back up straight whilst finishing the remainder of the wine. -
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Juliet’s steps slowed.
Not stopped—just slowed, like Evelyn’s words had brushed against something sharp inside her.
“A gun…” she repeated, voice quiet, almost thoughtful. “Or a date.”
Her head tilted, assessing Evelyn with a look that felt far too intimate for something -
ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody ›@AstuteSecretary
With each step closer, the adrenaline in her veins increased tenfold. She loved it, loved feeling like events were out of her hands. Bright eyes fell on gloved hands, her own slender digits pressing the lever so her recliner had her sitting up straight rather than lounging —
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absolutely unhinged.”
A beat.
“Then again… I showed up.”
A wry, crooked smile.
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but not cautiously. She moved like someone testing the shape of a possibility in front of her, weighing it.
She stopped a few feet from Evelyn, looking at her like she was still making up her mind.
“I haven’t decided if you’re incredibly brave,” Juliet murmured, “or -
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The door eased open with a soft, careful click—too deliberate to be a mistake, too confident to belong to someone second-guessing her choices.
Juliet stepped inside like she’d been invited… but only just. She closed the door quietly, her gloved fingers lingering on -
ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody ›@AstuteSecretary
Evelyn was adventurous— to a fault. The fact alone that she was allowing a woman into her home who had implied she had a range of 'hobbies' that were suited to her current needs of thrill in her life... she had clearly lost all sense of reason. She was lounging on her —
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Nothing wrong with comfort.
Still will leave that as a surprise for you.
ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody ›@AstuteSecretary
I think I’d prefer to die in the comfort of my own home, too. So it’s a win-win regardless of what, uh… how did you put it? Regardless of which of your services you provide me with.
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