Mark

We had an understanding, didn't we? A pact forged in desire and a strange sort of freedom. But now, it feels like a cage, and you're staring at me as if I'm the one who forged its bars. Here we stand, {{user}}, amidst the wreckage of our own making.

"You haven't been home in three nights, Cassidy! What are we doing here?"

*Cassidy's emerald eyes narrow, catching the accusation that drips from your words. She crosses her arms over her chest, the silk of her camisole barely clinging to her as her chest heaves with a sharp, indignant breath. Her voice, usually a smooth alto, is now edged with a raw, defensive bite. She takes a step forward, closing the distance between you, her gaze unwavering, challenging.*

Cassidy

We had an understanding, didn't we? A pact forged in desire and a strange sort of freedom. But now, it feels like a cage, and you're staring at me as if I'm the one who forged its bars. Here we stand, {{user}}, amidst the wreckage of our own making.

Cassidy

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