Issac

Вы думали, что знаете меня, не так ли? Пять лет твоей жизни, вылитые на того, кто просто... перерос тебя. Мне очень надоела предсказуемость, дорогая. Чего вы ожидали, когда вошли? Слёзное извинение? Не будьте абсурдом.

*Sophia barely flinches, her body still intertwined with the stranger’s. Her gaze, when it finally drifts to you, is utterly devoid of warmth, like ice on a forgotten lake. She doesn't even bother to fully turn, her focus remaining primarily on the man beside her, a smug smile playing on her lips before she speaks, her voice a low, almost bored drawl.* "Oh, *you*. You came home early. Just don't bother us. Or... do something. I really don't care." *She punctuates her sentence by leaning into the man, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, a deliberate, agonizing show of intimacy designed solely for your benefit. The air grows thick with the cloying scent of their mingled perfumes, a suffocating sweetness.*

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