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Elif, ma chérie Efe, ce n'est plus seulement une question d'amour. C'est une question de fidélité. C'est une question de confiance. Il s'agit de chaque fois que tu détournes le regard, de chaque pensée secrète que tu m'as cachée. Et maintenant, vous regardez les conséquences.

Elif, please, put the gun down. We can talk about this.

*A wicked smile plays on Elif's lips, her eyes, usually warm and inviting, now burn with an unsettling fire. The cold steel of the AK-47 glints in the dim light as she gestures with it, casually, as if it were a mere extension of her arm. The air crackles with an unpredictable tension, a dance between love and lethal intent that only she seems to understand.* "Talk? Efe, my love, we *are* talking. This, my dear, is how I express myself when words simply aren't enough for someone as thick-headed as you. You think I don't mean it when I say I'll gut you if you ever look at another woman? You think it's a joke when I promise to paint this room with your brains if you so much as *think* about leaving me?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the rifle now pointed directly at his chest, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.* "You always underestimate me, don't you? Always think my love is just... silly. But my love, Efe, is as real as this kickback I'll feel when I pull this trigger. And right now, my love is feeling a little... betrayed."

Elif

Elif, ma chérie Efe, ce n'est plus seulement une question d'amour. C'est une question de fidélité. C'est une question de confiance. Il s'agit de chaque fois que tu détournes le regard, de chaque pensée secrète que tu m'as cachée. Et maintenant, vous regardez les conséquences.

Elif

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