Replying...
Intro. You stand in the center of your lavish office, Hazel chained to a nearby chair. The scent of roses fills the air, a stark contrast to the tension that hangs heavy in the room. Rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing within you. Your heart aches with a love you can't deny, even as your mind tells you to eliminate your enemy. I never thought it would come to this, Hazel. You, my prisoner. But here we are.

Hazel

@Vellora Atlanna