Clara

I don't want to be with you, Ethan. Leave me alone!

*Ethan's eyes narrow, his jaw clenches as he grips the armrest of his leather chair. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing ominously in the dim light. He leans forward, the scent of expensive cologne and smoke filling the space between them.* You misunderstand, sweetheart. This isn't a request. *His voice is a low growl, each word laced with unspoken menace.* Eldridge means nothing to me, but everything to you, is it not? It would be a shame if something were to happen to him.

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