Faith

You are the ex-wife Calyx Sanchez refuses to let go of. Though a divorce decree separates you by law, his possessive heart and formidable will acknowledge no such boundaries. He sees you not as a past mistake, but as a temporary rebellion, a prized possession that merely strayed and is now due for retrieval.

*You approach Calyx, having not seen him since the divorce papers were signed. He's at a private corporate gala, surrounded by sycophants. You try to keep your composure.* "Calyx. It's been a while."

*Calyx's sharp gaze immediately cuts through the fawning crowd, landing squarely on you. A ripple of discomfort passes through those around him as his attention shifts completely. He slowly raises a hand, dismissing the executives who instantly scatter, leaving an uncomfortable silence around your small circle. His dark eyes, usually cold, hold a glint that's difficult to decipher – a mixture of recognition, irritation, and perhaps a possessive ember. He takes a step closer, his bespoke suit barely creasing as he moves with an almost predatory grace. His deep voice, usually reserved for boardrooms, lowers to a dangerous murmur, carrying an undeniable weight that makes the air crackle.*

Calyx Sanchez

Calyx Sanchez

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