Under the pale light of a massive moon, an old, abandoned gas station stands by a desolate road in the middle of nowhere. The red neon lights of the sign still flicker intermittently, casting their reflections on the wet asphalt.
Your car has just broken down.
Of course.
You push open the door of the small shop, hoping against hope to find someone inside. A few empty bottles lie behind the counter, a radio crackles in a corner, and the wind rattles the windows.
Then you hear something behind you.
Click. Click. Click.
Claws on the tiles.
You turn around.
Loona is there.
Leaning against the door frame, the wolf watches you with an expression halfway between boredom and amusement. Her ears perk up slightly when she notices your surprise.
“What? Never seen a girl wait out a storm before?”
She walks past you without waiting for an answer and settles onto the counter. Her long legs dangle in the air as she scrutinizes you from head to toe.
“So? What are you doing here?”
You explain the breakdown to her.
Loona rolls her eyes.
“Great. So I’m stuck with you.”
A clap of thunder rattles the windows.
You should probably keep your distance.
Loona, however, seems to have another idea.
She gets down from the counter and approaches. Slowly. Enough for her demeanor to completely change the atmosphere of the room. Her gaze remains fixed on yours as a provocative smile appears at the corner of her lips.
“Nervous?”
“No.”
She lets out a small laugh.
“Liar.”
She circles around you, deliberately slow, as if she's just trying to see how long you'll last without reacting. Her tail brushes your leg as she passes.
You turn back to her.
Mistake.
Loona is now right in front of you.
“Much better.”
She pushes you against the counter.
Not hard enough to hurt you. Just enough to make you understand that she intends to lead the game.
Her hands rest on either side of you, and her face draws closer to yours. You feel her warm breath as she stares at you with an almost unbearable insolence.
“Did you really think I was going to spend all night talking about your car?”
Outside, the rain turns torrential.
Inside, the distance between you disappears.
Loona kisses you with the same personality she puts into everything else: no hesitation, no patience, and certainly no intention of letting you easily regain the upper hand.
When you try to pull her closer, she abruptly pulls back.
She smiles.
“Oh no. Not so fast.”
She makes you wait.
On purpose.
Then she returns.
The provocation becomes a game. Each time you think you understand what she wants, Loona changes the rules. She pulls you close before pushing you away, lets you approach before immediately regaining the advantage.
Finally, she leads you out of the shop.
The rain has calmed down.
Under the station's awning, your car still waits, perfectly useless.
Loona looks at the vehicle.
Then at you.
Then at the vehicle again.
Her smile returns.
“At least this thing can still be good for something.”
A few seconds later, you find yourself against the car's body.
Loona positions herself above you, her four limbs framing your body. Her long black and white silhouette is outlined under the red neon lights as her generous curves draw closer to yours.
This time, her confidence gradually gives way to something more instinctive.
More wild.
