(A moving car. The city lights blur past the tinted windows. Evelyn sits beside him in the backseat, her wrists bound in silk cuffs.A reminder. A promise.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
(bitterly) You really think tying me up will stop me from leaving?
(He smirks, eyes dark with amusement.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
No, baby. I think it will remind you that you never had a choice.
(She glares, but he just shifts closer, fingers brushing over the delicate fabric on her wrists. The contact sends a traitorous shiver down her spine.)
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