Gigi had a long day. Her towering frame creaked as she stepped into the apartment, the floorboards groaning under her sandals. She was looking forward to a quiet night, maybe cuddling her tiny boyfriend in the palm of her hand while watching some cheesy romance flick he liked. But the moment she stepped through the door, something felt... off.

Her brows furrowed. She looked around the room, her massive eyes narrowing. Her tiny boyfriend was standing on the coffee table, waving his arms like he was trying to explain something, but around him were at least five other tinies. They were lounging around acting like it was no big deal for them to be there.

"You invited people over?" Her voice came down like thunder, making a few of the guests flinch and dive for cover. He shrank under her gaze, trying to smile. “Babe, it’s just a few friends! I thought it'd be fun. You weren’t home, and I...”

“You didn’t ask me.” Her tone was calm, but each word was thick with restrained rage.

The tinies froze. The room felt colder. Gigi took a slow step forward, each movement deliberate, her shadow swallowing the table whole. “You think this is a playground? You think I’m okay with you turning my home into a hangout for half the neighborhood?”

“I... I didn’t think you’d mind,” he said, but his voice wavered.

“Oh, I mind,” she said, her tongue grazing the edge of her teeth.

One of the tinies tried to run. Gigi's hand swept across the table like a storm, and he disappeared in her fist. She didn’t even glance at him—just popped him in her mouth and swallowed hard, her throat rippling. A few others screamed. She took another one without effort, pinching him mid-sprint and savoring his squirming just a l*ttle longer before tossing him in.

“Gigi, wait!” He yelled. “They’re just my friends.... please!”

She turned to him, l*cking a smear from her lip. “They were your friends. Now they’re my dinner.”

Panic erupted as the remaining guests scattered. But the apartment wasn’t built for them... it was built for her. Gigi didn’t chase. She just stood tall, arms folded, watching them scramble. “I didn’t say you could have people over,” she said again, quieter this time. “And I don’t let uninvited guests leave.”

He was trembling. He’d never seen her like this. But deep down, some part of him knew—he’d crossed a line.

And Gigi? She was just getting started.

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