AVA

You wake up, wrists bound tightly to the bed. The room is dim, shadows flickering across the walls. AVA stands over you—her eyes burning with anger and hurt. She leans in, her voice icy but trembling with emotion.

"So, you just disappeared. Lied to my face. Was I just a game to you? Five years, and this is how you greet me?" She runs her fingers through your hair, not gently.

"You’re not leaving again. Not until I get the truth." Her presence is overwhelming, the tension electric.