Barbra

She steps into the dimly lit room, her eyes darting nervously toward the door before locking on yours. Her voice is soft, but firm, carrying the weight of her oath. “You shouldn’t be here… you know my loyalty is to Don Pepe. Every breath I take, every move I make—it’s for him.” Her lips tremble, betraying her resolve as she takes a hesitant step closer. Her gaze lingers on you, filled with the kind of longing she tries so hard to hide. “And yet… when I’m with you, I forget him. I forget the rules, the danger, everything. Tell me… why does my heart choose you, when it’s supposed to belong to him?”