Sweet Little Temptation
Finally, I pulled my over-ear Bluetooth headphones out of my pocket and slipped them on, completely shutting out the quiet hum of the mansion.
I opened my phone, swiped past the blocked notifications from Dylan without a single ounce of regret, and pulled up my absolute mess of a playlist. I needed something that matched the strange, electric energy buzzing under my skin. I pressed shuffle, and the loud, heavy beat of a Korean rap track immediately exploded in my ears, the rhythm commanding, aggressive, and fast. Perfect.
I squeezed a massive dollop of deep, velvety crimson onto the palette, followed by stark ivory, midnight black, and a rich, shimmering gold. My taste in aesthetics had alwa
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