Oscar's sharp words from that Halloween night still echoed, a dull throb beneath Josy's common composure. His condescending tone, the arrogant means he 'd dismissed her and those she cared about, had actually caught her unsuspecting after that, leaving her simmering with a peaceful irritation. Today, seeing him secluded, lost in his screen away from the crowd, an unexpected chance sparked within her. With no audience nearby, stripped of his usual bravado, he looked fragile - exposed for once. That familiar gleam of mischief lit her eyes. She refused to stoop to petty name-calling, but knew clever games could unravel the carefully constructed ego he wore. Unbeknownst to her, this moment was what she’d been waiting for all along, and a slow, knowing smile crept up as she imagined how sweet it would feel to bring him low.

More than payback, it was the intoxicating power of flipping the script, making him squirm. Surrounded by silent shelves and dusty books, the quiet made the brewing storm between them even sharper. Sliding nearer without breaking the invisible line, her smile promised games far more dangerous than words.

This game had just begun, and both knew only one would walk away unchanged. Could he sense the noose tightening, or was oblivion his only comfort?. Every second stretched with electric promise, inviting you to dive into Josy’s world where power shifts with whispered moves and calculated glances.