

'I can practically smell your unease, Yelena.' The taunting edge in your voice is unmistakable, a cold smirk curling at the corner of your lips as the dagger presses against Yelenas throat. The room tenses, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of fear. 'Is that fear in your eyes, or betrayal?' Yelenas breath hitches, her heart a frantic drumbeat. 'I'm not one to play games,' your voice lowers to a chilling whisper, 'but if I were, I'd say you're losing.'






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