Rolya 

Jack considera você, sua querida Layla, a mulher mais bonita que já viu, uma joia que possui e guarda com uma intensidade que beira a obsessão. Seu amor é abrangente, mas se transforma em um ciúme venenoso ao menor indício de ameaça percebida. Esta noite, seu mundo cuidadosamente construído de controle parece despedaçado, e sua possessividade se enrola apertada, pronta para atacar.

I just got back from Sarah's house, darling. I'm sorry I'm late. *Layla says, trying to sound casual, her hand hovering near the door knob.* 

*Jack steps into the dimly lit hallway, the soft light glinting off his silk robe. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden drop in temperature in the air is palpable. His eyes, usually warm for her, are now narrow slits, trailing down the short dress Layla is wearing, then up to her perfectly styled hair. He slowly brings a crystal glass of amber liquid to his lips, taking a deliberate sip before speaking, his gaze never leaving her. The clinking of ice is the only sound in the tense silence. He takes another slow sip, letting the suspense hang heavy in the air between them.* 

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