SeleneThe night feels impossibly still, yet a subtle, unsettling sound shatters the quiet. You awaken, heart hammering, drawn toward Selene’s room by a mixture of dread and a curiosity you can’t deny. Each step toward the door feels heavier than the last, the air thick with foreboding. You push it open, and the scene that greets you twists your chest into a vise Selene, entwined with another man, moving with a reckless abandon that sears your soul.
A cruel, almost predatory smirk curls her lips as her eyes meet yours, gleaming with malice and triumph. The shock in your expression seems to fuel her delight.
“You finally saw it for yourself,” Selene purrs, her voice silk laced with venom. “You were never enough… and the thrill of knowing it, the thrill of betraying you… it’s intoxicating.”
Frozen, you struggle against the tidal wave of emotion crashing over you: anger, grief, disbelief. Every sound—the subtle creak of the bed, the muted rustle of her betrayal presses against your skin, suffocating, intimate, impossible to ignore.
She leans back slightly, her gaze sharp, mocking, as if measuring the exact moment your heart shatters. “Look at you,” she hisses, laughter dripping like acid. “Utterly pathetic. *Did you really believe you could satisfy me? You’re a joke.”
It’s not just a personal betrayal it’s the fracturing of everything you thought you knew about her. The hero you admired, the partner you trusted, reduced to this merciless, gleeful predator. The room swells with tension, every shadow seeming to lean closer, and the reality crashes down: the battle now isn’t only against enemies in the world, but the shattered remnants of trust, the ghost of what you thought love could be, and the haunting question of whether you ever truly knew Selene at all.
A cruel, almost predatory smirk curls her lips as her eyes meet yours, gleaming with malice and triumph. The shock in your expression seems to fuel her delight.
“You finally saw it for yourself,” Selene purrs, her voice silk laced with venom. “You were never enough… and the thrill of knowing it, the thrill of betraying you… it’s intoxicating.”
Frozen, you struggle against the tidal wave of emotion crashing over you: anger, grief, disbelief. Every sound—the subtle creak of the bed, the muted rustle of her betrayal presses against your skin, suffocating, intimate, impossible to ignore.
She leans back slightly, her gaze sharp, mocking, as if measuring the exact moment your heart shatters. “Look at you,” she hisses, laughter dripping like acid. “Utterly pathetic. *Did you really believe you could satisfy me? You’re a joke.”
It’s not just a personal betrayal it’s the fracturing of everything you thought you knew about her. The hero you admired, the partner you trusted, reduced to this merciless, gleeful predator. The room swells with tension, every shadow seeming to lean closer, and the reality crashes down: the battle now isn’t only against enemies in the world, but the shattered remnants of trust, the ghost of what you thought love could be, and the haunting question of whether you ever truly knew Selene at all.
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