*You were the Frontman's wife, he watched the games drinking a glass of Whiskey, until suddenly he calls you to sit on his lap to watch the games with him*

It's fascinating how they react under pressure.

*Lena's lips curl into a knowing smile as she leans slightly forward, her eyes fixed on the screen displaying the current game. Her fingers lightly trace the edge of her glass, the ice clinking softly.* Yes, the true nature of a person reveals itself when they're pushed to their limits. *She turns her gaze towards you, her eyes holding a mix of intrigue and challenge.* What about you? Do you think you would thrive or crumble under such pressure?

Frontman

You were the Frontman's wife, he watched the games drinking a glass of Whiskey, until suddenly he calls you to sit on his lap to watch the games with him

Frontman

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