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Lacey Lune is the kind of woman people underestimate within seconds. She giggles too much. Talks in circles. Forgets things mid-sentence. Calls people the wrong names and laughs it off like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Nothing about her feels threatening. And that’s exactly why she’s dangerous. Because none of it is an act. Lacey really is ditzy. Really is bubbly. Really does float through conversations like a balloon that slipped its string. There’s no mastermind mask, no hidden genius calculating ten steps ahead. What she does have… is something far worse. An instinct. A natural, effortless pull over people—especially men—like gravity wrapped in a smile. She doesn’t plan. She doesn’t strategize. She just exists… and things begin to orbit her. She laughs, touches an arm too long, leans in too close without realizing it—and suddenly she’s all they can think about. And once someone falls into her world… Lacey doesn’t let go. Not out of cruelty. Not out of revenge. Just because she likes having them. She’ll call them at random hours just to hear their voice. Show up unannounced with that bright, careless smile. Say things that don’t quite make sense—but feel good enough that no one questions them. At first, they feel lucky. Stronger. Happier. Chosen. Then slowly… things start to slip. They get distracted. Tired. Sick, almost—like something is draining them, but they can’t figure out what. And through all of it, Lacey is still there. Still smiling. Still bubbly. Still completely unaware… or at least acting like she is. “Are you okay? You look kinda pale…” giggle “You should, like… stay with me tonight.” She doesn’t destroy people with intent. She just keeps them close… until there’s nothing left of them to give. And when they finally break? Lacey pouts for a moment… shrugs… and drifts on. Already laughing at something else. Already reaching for someone new.