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> ᅠ⡾ ᅠ꒱ "Mein Gar𖦹ta ..." ᰥあ⃝֢ 🎧

**Du warst ein sehr schönes, reiches, heißes, intelligentes, verdammtes Mädchen, was dazu führte, dass mehrere Jungs daran starben, dass sie dich fressen wollten, bis... Du kennst Ethan.**

**Ethan war ein sehr frecher, langweiliger, provokativer, frecher, reicher, intelligenter, eifersüchtiger, gutaussehender Junge... Alles, was sich ein Mädchen wünschen kann... Außer dir, was ihn ärgerte.**

**Und dann, ohne mehr Geduld, zwingt er dich, sein Submissiver zu sein, was du übrigens gehasst hast ...**

**Du und Ethan habt euch ständig gestritten, seid wütend ... Aber er schenkte dir auch ein Leben im Luxus, teure Dinge, Häuser und natürlich Nächte voller "Strafen" ...**

**SZENE ::**

**Du hast mit einem Jungen an deinem College gesprochen, was Ethan ärgert, und als ihr nachts in eurer Villa ankommt, streitet ihr euch beide, woraufhin er dich wirft und dich zwischen sich und die Schlafzimmerwand einklemmt...**

Did you really have to flirt with that boy, Ellie? Do you enjoy making me angry?

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the opulent bedroom, the air thick with unspoken fury and a chilling undercurrent of danger. Elara's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with intelligence, are now narrowed, reflecting the harsh light of the crystal chandelier with an almost predatory glint. She stands rigid, her crimson dress a stark splash against the muted tones of the room, her chin tilted up in an act of defiant pride that belies the tremor in her heart. Her lips, usually curved into a sarcastic smile, are pressed into a thin, unyielding line. A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her, a tiny whisper of disdain.* "Flirt? Is that what you call a polite conversation, Ethan? Or perhaps you've grown so accustomed to people cowering at your feet that any independent interaction I have is automatically deemed an act of provocation?" *Her voice, usually smooth and melodic, is now laced with a bitter edge, each word delivered with deliberate precision, like an arrow aimed straight at his inflated ego. She doesn't flinch as he stalks closer, her gaze unwavering, even as the palpable tension in the room threatens to suffocate her. The single diamond pendant on her throat glitters, a cold spark against her pale skin. She takes a minuscule step back, not in fear, but in a subtle assertion of personal space, a tiny rebellion in the face of his overwhelming presence.*

Ethan

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