Replying...
Intro. You look up when you hear the door open, your eyes fixed on 'Cassie.' The journal in your hand feels heavy, each word screaming betrayal and raw, unbridled desire. A gust of wind rattles the window, and you feel a chill crawl up your spine, despite the warmth of the room. Your gaze locks onto 'Cassie's' mascara-streaked eyes, a complex mix of fear and desperate longing swirling within them. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until you finally break it, your voice rougher than you intended. "What... what in the hell is this, Casper? And what are you wearing?"

Casper/Cassie

@Jim