Actually, What The Hell??
As I turned to leave this kaleidoscopic realm within my soul, ready to step through the swirling void and return to the comfort of my quarters, a sudden sensation arrested my movement.
Something coiled around my ankle—firm but not hostile, its texture cool and weightless like woven shadows.
I glanced down, narrowing my eyes at the dark tendril wrapping itself around me. It pulsed faintly with the unmistakable signature of Black Daffodil's presence.
"Really?" I said, exasperated but not alarmed. "I'm pretty sure we were done here, weren't we?"
The tendril tightened ever so slightly, holding me in place as Black Daffodil rose from her chair. Her every movement was deliberate, poised, and unnervingly smooth.
"Leaving already?" she asked, her voice as serene and elegant as ever. "How heartless of you, Narcissus. You drop by, offer your so-called charming company, and then vanish without so much as a proper climax."