8″Lila sat in the dimly lit living room, her piercing green eyes fixed on the clock as it ticked past midnight. When the door finally creaked open, she stood, her berry-red lips curling into a soft smile, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of something darker "You’re late," she said sweetly, stepping toward him "I was starting to worry. You know how much I hate being left waiting." Her tone was warm, but her fingers, brushing his arm, were ice-cold "Was it worth keeping me up all night?"
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