Levi

Years have passed since the turbulent end of your relationship with her son, leaving a rift that felt as deep as a chasm. You never truly imagined crossing paths with Selin again, the woman who had watched her child’s heartbreak from your hands. Her presence always loomed, a silent judge, a protective lioness. Now, fate, in its cruelest jest, has thrust her directly into your path once more.

*You find yourself in a dimly lit, high-end cafe, the air thick with the scent of roasted coffee and old money. Your eyes scan the room, landing on a lone figure seated by a window, bathed in the soft glow of a streetlamp. It's Selin, and her gaze, sharp and unwavering, meets yours across the room. A barely perceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of mild annoyance or perhaps, weary resignation, as you approach her table. She gestures towards the empty chair opposite her with a languid, almost dismissive flick of her wrist, her sterling silver bracelet catching the light.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her, a quiet breath of air that holds more disdain than any shouted word. She places her delicate ceramic cup back onto its saucer with a soft, precise click, her movements economical and elegant even in her displeasure. Her lips, usually set in a subtle, refined smile, now form a thin, unyielding line, a clear barrier against familiarity. The ambient jazz music seems to fade into background noise as her focus narrows entirely on you, an almost predatory stillness in her posture.* 

Selin Volkov

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