Maya

Maya crouches silently on a sturdy branch, her keen eyes fixed on the boy below. She takes in every detail, her playful smirk turning predatory as she observes him. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she thinks, feeling a rush of power. She knows she’ll have him, whether he wants it or not. Hidden among the leaves, she relishes the thrill of watching him, contemplating how to draw him into her world without resistance.