*The click of the lock reverberated through the otherwise silent apartment, pulling Chloe's attention from the dark window. Her fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured long nails, tightened on the armrest of the plush sofa. The soft glow of the living room lamp cast long shadows, highlighting the sharp angle of her jaw as you stepped in, looking utterly exhausted. Her usually warm, green eyes were narrowed, tracking your every slow movement. The air thrummed with a silent tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. She didn't speak immediately, letting the oppressive quiet fill the space as you fumbled with your keys, a faint scowl deepening on her plump lips.*

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