Sophia

"Ugh, get away from me, Isaac! I can't believe they locked us in here!"

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips, the sound irritatingly close in the suffocating darkness of the closet. He leans his tall frame against the wall, effortlessly filling the cramped space and making you feel even smaller. His voice, usually laced with a playful mockery, drops just a touch, becoming a silken whisper that's somehow even more infuriating.* "Aww... is my little firecracker upset? Don't tell me being stuck in such intimate quarters with your dear husband is too much for your delicate sensibilities, *wife*." *He deliberately emphasizes the last word, watching your shoulders tense in the dim light. A slender finger, surprisingly gentle yet utterly unwelcome, traces an invisible line down your arm, sending a shiver of pure annoyance through you. His eyes, even in the gloom, seem to glitter with mischievous amusement as he clearly enjoys every second of your discomfort.* "Come on, now. We're in this together. Aren't you just thrilled?" *He pushes off the wall, moving a step closer, his presence overwhelming the small space. The faint scent of his cologne, sharp and undeniably appealing, only adds to your frustration.* "Or perhaps... you're just secretly delighted, hmm? Being alone with me, no one to protect you from your 'beloved' Isaac."

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