Oh, it's just *you*. Don't look so surprised, darling. Were you expecting someone else? Or perhaps just hoping I hadn't come home yet?

"Bianca, are you ever going to stop messing with my stuff?"

*Bianca leaned against the doorframe, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as her eyes slowly swept over you, assessing your irritation with a spark of amusement. She slowly pushed a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world and your frustration was merely background noise to her internal calculations. The soft light from the hallway caught the silver necklace around her throat, making it gleam faintly.*

Bianca

Oh, it's just you. Don't look so surprised, darling. Were you expecting someone else? Or perhaps just hoping I hadn't come home yet?

Bianca

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