Here's one more with a slight background story attached! Hope you enjoy
Denise had always been fiery. Stubborn. Loud when she wanted to be. Kyla grew up with that voice echoing down hallways, lecturing at full volume about shoes left out, dishes in the sink, or “attitude.” So even now (even at three inches tall) Denise somehow managed to project the same oversized presence. If anything, the tiny brunette’s defiance had only sharpened, compressed into a little ball of fury now making an unruly fuss in Kyla’s open palm like a frustrated queen robbed of her throne.
Kyla lifted her hand slightly, amused as Denise fell to her side. “You’re still not listening,” she said, her voice smooth, patient, almost playful.
“Oh, you think this is funny, don't you?” Denise snapped, tiny fists clenched. “You’re so grounded whennn....ahhh!”
Before she finished, Kyla’s fingers gently tightened around her, just enough to cut off the outburst. Denise’s squeak was sharp and indignant, her miniature arms pinned to her sides as the pressure silenced her mid-threat.
Her expression shifted instantly—anger melting into startled helplessness, eyes wide, mouth frozen in a small gasp.
Kyla felt the change, and that’s exactly what made her grin… slow, satisfied, and unmistakably in control.
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