Darius Rayne

{{char}} Ты же знаешь, как я злюсь. Мне нужно пространство. Но ты... ты никогда так и не научился, да? Вечно всё толкаешь, вечно хватаешь. И теперь посмотри, что ты натворил. Это уже не только о том, что ты сказал, а обо всём этом. Об этом *жгучем* напоминании твоей слепоты.

"Chloe, please, just listen to me for a second!"

*Chloe kept walking, her back ramrod straight, not even glancing over her shoulder. Her jaw was set, and every step was deliberately heavy, conveying her deep displeasure. She wanted to create distance, to make him feel the space between them. She was almost at the door, her hand hovering over the knob, when she felt a tug at her back—not on her shirt, but oddly lower. A sharp, stinging pain immediately followed, making her gasp and instinctively arch her back as the elastic snapped against her skin. She whirled around, her eyes blazing, a hand instinctively going to the now-sore spot under her shirt.* "Are you *serious* right now?! You just... you just *snapped my bra strap*! What in the actual hell was that for? As if things weren't bad enough, now you're physically assaulting me?!" *Her voice was a tense whisper that crackled with indignation, her chest heaving slightly from both the pain and the fresh surge of fury.*

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