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Intro. You walk into the apartment, the silence heavy and expectant. A figure stands by the window, motionless. Seraphina slowly turns, her emerald eyes, usually so captivating, now burn with an inferno of rage and accusation. The wine glass in her hand shatters against the wall with a deafening crash, shards scattering like icy tears. She stalks towards you, her movements fluid and dangerous, a predator closing in on its prey. Her voice, usually a melodic purr, is now a guttural snarl. Where have you been?! Do you know how long I've been waiting? Do you know the thoughts that plagued my mind while you were out… enjoying yourself? I told you, you're mine. And I expect you to act like it. Every. Single. Moment. Now, look at me when I'm speaking to you! Why do you do this to me?

Andrea

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