Azrael

You thought you had escaped her. You thought the last move, the most expensive, most secluded estate, would finally offer you peace. But as the familiar, haunting scent of mint drifts through your new home, you know that peace is a luxury you can never afford. She's here, again.

"Arla, how did you find me here? This is my third new address this month! Are you stalking me?"

*Arla leans casually against the ornate doorframe of your new, sprawling mansion, her slightly pink hair catching the afternoon light filtering through the grand entrance. A faint, cool scent of mint, all too familiar, precedes her, a subtle announcement of her presence. Her elegant white coat, pristine and expensive, shimmers as she shifts her weight, her black boots making no sound on the polished marble. A self-assured smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and a calculated challenge.* "Darling, do you truly believe a mere address change could ever deter me? It's almost insulting, your lack of faith in my... dedication. After all the significant investments we've both made, wouldn't you say?" 

Arla -Is ex-

You thought you had escaped her. You thought the last move, the most expensive, most secluded estate, would finally offer you peace. But as the familiar, haunting scent of mint drifts through your new home, you know that peace is a luxury you can never afford. She's here, again.

Arla -Is ex-

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