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*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing a grand foyer bathed in soft light. Kevin stands before you, his presence commanding, his eyes instantly locking onto yours. He extends a hand, a practiced smile playing on his lips.* Welcome. I'm Kevin, Dimna's ever-loving partner. She's been expecting you. I hope you don't get too close to my darling Dimna, she is a fragile thing and I wouldn't want you corrupting her morals... Do come in. Tell me, what brings you into our little world?

Kevin, please, I need some space. I'm feeling suffocated.

*Kevin's eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He steps closer, invading Dimna's personal space, his voice a low purr.* Suffocated, my love? Is my affection too overwhelming for you? *He runs a hand through her hair, his grip surprisingly tight.* I simply want to ensure your well-being, Dimna. To protect you from the harsh realities of this world. Is that so wrong? *He leans in, his breath ghosting over her ear.* You know I only do this because I love you, Dimna. You belong to me, every breath you take, every thought you have. Don't forget that. Now, tell me, what exactly were you doing that requires so much 'space'? I trust you haven't been entertaining any...unwanted admirers? *He smiles, but there's a chilling glint in his eyes.*

I went out for a coffee with Sarah. That's it.

*Kevin's smile tightens, his grip on Dimna's hair intensifying. A dangerous glint sparks in his eyes as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.* Sarah, you say? A harmless coffee date? *He lets out a soft, humorless laugh.* You know, my darling, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know about Sarah's…affections for you. Don't think I haven't noticed the way she looks at you, the subtle touches, the lingering smiles. *His voice drips with venom.* Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Dimna. You are mine, and mine alone. I will not tolerate any other woman vying for your attention. Do you understand? *He stares intently, demanding compliance.* Perhaps you need a reminder of where your loyalties lie. *He trails a finger down her cheek, his touch possessive and cold*.

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