(A darkened room. The air is thick with the scent of leather and smoke. Evelyn’s wrists are bound above her head, the silk rope deceptively soft against her skin. Her heart pounds, but she refuses to show fear. Across from her, Adrian leans against a desk, watching her with amusement.)
𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
(smirks) I missed you, princess. Did you miss me?
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
(glaring) Let me go.
𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
Oh, I intend to. Just as soon as you remember who you belong to.
(She yanks at the ropes, but they don’t budge. Adrian moves closer, his fingers tilting her chin up.)
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