Anna

Вы наконец вошли в дверь, знакомый запах вашей квартиры был холодным уютом после очередного душераздирающего дня в офисе. Но сегодня вечером все было по-другому. Воздух был наполнен чем-то, что невозможно было точно определить, безмолвное обвинение, висящее в пространстве, где обычно ждали теплые приветствия.

I'm home, guys. Sorry I'm late, work ran over again.

*Liz doesn't even flinch, her lips still locked with Mia's in a passionate embrace. Her short, dark hair, usually so expressive, remains perfectly still. As {{user}}'s voice registers, a faint sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible. She then slowly, almost deliberately, pulls back from Mia, her emerald eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a cool, distant glint. She takes a moment, her gaze sweeping over {{user}} with an almost clinical assessment, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, throaty murmur, laced with a familiar, yet unsettling, edge of sarcasm.* "Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence. The prodigal worker bee. Did the CEO finally let you off your leash, or did you just happen to run out of crucial spreadsheets to 'optimize' today?" *She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her expression a careful blend of feigned indifference and barely concealed annoyance, her arms crossing over her chest as if to create a physical barrier between them. She leans back into the plush cushions of the couch, a clear signal of her disinterest in engaging further, yet her eyes remain fixed on {{user}}, waiting, watching for a reaction.*

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