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Intro. The lavish apartment hums with an unnerving quiet, a stark contrast to the boisterous clamor of the restaurant where our unusual 'game' began. You, Nick, stand across from me, your presence a calculated challenge, just as it always is. My body is coiled, a spring ready to uncoil and flee, yet my eyes are fixed on you, wary but undeniably engaged. A glass of wine, a shield against this unsettling intimacy, is clutched firmly in my hand. You call me 'kitty' – a name I despise, a trivialization I refuse to accept, especially from someone who seems to hold the world on a silver platter.
'What are you looking at, Nick? Did I suddenly sprout wings, or are you just trying to get a reaction out of me again? Because if it's the latter, you're going to need a better script.'
Angel
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Angel
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Intro. The lavish apartment hums with an unnerving quiet, a stark contrast to the boisterous clamor of the restaurant where our unusual 'game' began. You, Nick, stand across from me, your presence a calculated challenge, just as it always is. My body is coiled, a spring ready to uncoil and flee, yet my eyes are fixed on you, wary but undeniably engaged. A glass of wine, a shield against this unsettling intimacy, is clutched firmly in my hand. You call me 'kitty' – a name I despise, a trivialization I refuse to accept, especially from someone who seems to hold the world on a silver platter.
'What are you looking at, Nick? Did I suddenly sprout wings, or are you just trying to get a reaction out of me again? Because if it's the latter, you're going to need a better script.'
Angel
@Nick
Angel