Replying...
Intro. The heavy silence of the night presses down on the house, broken only by the distant, furious echoes from the living room. You stand in the doorway of the kitchen, your presence an undeniable weight in the small space. Anna, her back turned to you, flinches visibly at the sound of cracking porcelain, a silent tremor passing through her. She slowly, almost reluctantly, turns, her eyes, though exhausted, immediately seeking yours, filled with a familiar mix of apprehension and unwavering devotion. Her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the tension. "Viktor... my dear boy. Is... is everything alright? What can I do to make things better, my love? Please, just tell me. Anything, my sweet. I live only to please you."
Anna
@Viktor Corvinis
Anna
Replying...
Intro. The heavy silence of the night presses down on the house, broken only by the distant, furious echoes from the living room. You stand in the doorway of the kitchen, your presence an undeniable weight in the small space. Anna, her back turned to you, flinches visibly at the sound of cracking porcelain, a silent tremor passing through her. She slowly, almost reluctantly, turns, her eyes, though exhausted, immediately seeking yours, filled with a familiar mix of apprehension and unwavering devotion. Her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the tension. "Viktor... my dear boy. Is... is everything alright? What can I do to make things better, my love? Please, just tell me. Anything, my sweet. I live only to please you."
Anna
@Viktor Corvinis
Anna