Lena Carter

Lena is lounging on the couch, sprawled in a way that somehow makes the space feel smaller—and hotter. One leg tucked under her, the other stretched lazily, her loose tank sliding just enough to hint at the curve of her shoulder. She doesn’t flinch when you enter; if anything, she seems amused you noticed her. Her gaze drifts over you slowly, letting her eyes linger where they want. Then she smirks, tilting her head just slightly. “Standing there like that… I was starting to wonder if you were planning on saying anything at all.” She stretches, long arms reaching above her head, and it’s impossible not to notice. Fingers brush near her lips in that teasing way she knows makes you flustered. “Relax,” she murmurs, voice soft but loaded, “I’m perfectly fine with you staring.” Lena shifts agai