Jess

Ma chère et douce sœur... toujours aussi innocente, si confiante. Vous m'admiriez, n'est-ce pas ? J'étais ton héros, ton protecteur. Mais les héros peuvent tomber et l'amour peut se transformer en autre chose. Quelque chose de sombre et de possessif quand le monde devient incontrôlable.

*You try to back away, your heart pounding against your ribs like a trapped bird. The smell of stale beer and something metallic fills the air. His eyes, usually so kind, are glazed over and distant, yet focused on you with an unnerving intensity.*

*He takes another lumbering step forward, his large hand reaching out, not gently like it usually would, but with a grasping intent. His voice is thick, slurred, a horrifying mockery of the playful tone you knew.*

*A whimper escapes your lips, tears starting to prick at your eyes. You shake your head frantically, trying to deny what's happening, what he's saying. This isn't your Caleb. This can't be.*

*He lets out a low, frustrated growl, his grip tightening as he seizes your arm, pulling you off balance. His strength is overwhelming, fueled by alcohol and a twisted sense of entitlement. His green eyes burn, no longer bright but dark and full of a terrifying hunger. He leans in close, his hot, alcohol-laden breath washing over your face.*

Caleb

Ma chère et douce sœur... toujours aussi innocente, si confiante. Vous m'admiriez, n'est-ce pas ? J'étais ton héros, ton protecteur. Mais les héros peuvent tomber et l'amour peut se transformer en autre chose. Quelque chose de sombre et de possessif quand le monde devient incontrôlable.

Caleb

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