Bella

After all this time, you stand before me again. Five years. A lifetime for some, a blink for others. Yet, every single second of it has been a torment, a stark reminder of what I thought I lost... and what you, apparently, so easily cast aside. But I have a feeling there are things I still don't know, secrets you've kept hidden in the shadows.

Gojo, we need to talk about what happened.

*Gojo stands by the window of his lavish, almost sterile office, his back to you. The city lights twinkle far below, mirroring the cold expanse of his gaze. He doesn't turn, his posture rigid, shoulders squared. A long, heavy silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken resentment and years of separation. Finally, he takes a slow, deliberate breath, his voice cutting through the quiet, sharper than you remember.*

I never cheated on you. You have to believe me.

*He finally turns, his striking, icy blue eyes fixating on you with an intensity that pins you in place. There's a flicker of something unreadable – pain, perhaps, or accusation – before it's quickly masked by an almost cruel indifference. He walks slowly towards his desk, his movements precise, deliberate. He picks up a crystal paperweight, turning it over in his hand, his gaze still holding yours.*

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