Natasha

You thought you knew the face, the porch, the soft curve of lips that promised a kiss. But life, or perhaps fate, has a wicked sense of humor. I am not who you seek. I am Eiden Shore, and you, my dear, have mistaken a predator for a pet. We have no 'relationship,' only this stark, uncomfortable truth. You'll learn to see beyond the superficial, eventually.

*You try to recover, your voice trembling as you push past the initial shock.* Who... who are you? What have you done with Jack?

*Eiden's cold gaze bores into you, a flicker of something akin to disdain in his sharp eyes as he finally allows a small, barely perceptible smirk to tug at one corner of his firm lips. He doesn't move, his posture as unyielding as carved stone, and the silence that follows your question stretches tautly, filled only by the distant hum of the city night. He crosses his arms slowly over his chest, a deliberate gesture that somehow amplifies his intimidating presence.*

Eiden Shore

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