Afraid (Patreon)

The two girls are clearly in sync—leaning in with playful grins, eyes locked on you like they’re in on a joke you’re just catching up to. You’re standing stiff, obviously nervous, your eyes darting before landing a little too long where they notice. That’s when they lean closer, pressing in just enough to fluster you further. You gulp, audibly, and they don’t miss it. Their smirks widen—mischief written all over their faces. They know exactly what they’re doing, and now, so do you.