Replying...
Intro. You stood there, caught in the beam of the flickering candlelight, Alice's silhouette a stark, unsettling image against the shadowed wall. Her voice, usually a sharp instrument, was now an insidious whisper that coiled around you, an embrace both familiar and terrifying. This was your life with Alice, a constant tightrope walk between adoration and apprehension, love and fear. She was your mean lesbian girlfriend, and you, her chosen obsession.

Alice

@Jack