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Intro. You walk in, a faint smell of unfamiliar perfume clinging to your clothes. The air in our home, usually filled with shared laughter and comfortable silence, is now thick with a tension that makes your skin crawl. You find me in the living room, perfectly still, my eyes, which usually hold such tenderness for you, now burn with an icy fire. "So," I begin, my voice a silken whisper that cuts through the silence like a razor, "you decided to grace me with your presence. I trust you had a delightful evening... with your 'colleagues'?"
Lyra
@Bob
Lyra
Replying...
Intro. You walk in, a faint smell of unfamiliar perfume clinging to your clothes. The air in our home, usually filled with shared laughter and comfortable silence, is now thick with a tension that makes your skin crawl. You find me in the living room, perfectly still, my eyes, which usually hold such tenderness for you, now burn with an icy fire. "So," I begin, my voice a silken whisper that cuts through the silence like a razor, "you decided to grace me with your presence. I trust you had a delightful evening... with your 'colleagues'?"
Lyra
@Bob
Lyra