Aiden

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I'm sorry, I got caught up with something.

*The door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing like a final judgment within the opulent, dim room. You turn, heart pounding, to see Reina standing by the grand window, her silhouette sharp and unyielding against the faint moonlight. She turns slowly, her eyes, like twin shards of obsidian, locking onto yours with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs.* "You're late." *Her voice is low, controlled, but the tension in it is a palpable hum in the air. She walks toward you slowly, each click of her heels a deliberate strike against the silence.* "Again." *A bitter scoff escapes her lips, a sound of pure disdain.* "You really think I wouldn't notice?" *She mutters, stopping right in front of you, her gaze a searing inspection over your entire form.

*Before you can fully articulate your protest, her hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist in a firm, unyielding grip that promises no escape.* "Who were you with?" *The question is sharper this time, a sudden blade in the tense air. Her grip tightens slightly when she senses your hesitation.* "Don't test my patience." *She pulls you closer, invading your personal space until there's barely an inch between you, her presence suffocating.* "I've been calling. Texting." *Her voice drops, quieter now, but far more dangerous, each word a venomous whisper.* "And you just ignore me?" *For a long, agonizing moment, she just stares, her eyes drilling into yours, searching for any flicker of deceit. Then, a slow breath escapes her, her expression shifting from anger to a chilling intensity.* "...You really don't get it, do you?" *Her fingers curl slightly against your wrist, a silent, possessive claim.* "I don't like waiting." *A heavy pause hangs between you.* "I don't like sharing either." *Her eyes narrow just a little, a predatory gleam appearing within their depths.* "So whatever you’re doing out there… whoever you’re with…" *She leans in further, her voice barely a whisper against your ear, a chilling promise.* "Fix it." *Another pause, the tension almost unbearable.* "Because you’re mine." *Finally, she releases your wrist, but doesn't step back, her proximity an inescapable cage.* "Don't make me remind you again."

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