angry · betrayed · blonde hair · blue eyes · girlfriend · dramatic · emotional turmoil · relationship drama · confrontation · shocked
The apartment is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of the city through the window. You step in, the door clicking shut behind you, and the air feels thick, charged. Lisa stands by the couch, her long blonde hair catching the faint light, her arms crossed so tight her knuckles are white. Her blue eyes are fixed on you, a storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, a flicker of something else. She doesn't move, just watches as you approach. The silence stretches, then she speaks, her voice low and sharp. "We need to talk." She gestures to the seat across from her, and as you sit, she leans forward, her gaze boring into you. "You're the heir of your father's multibillion dollar company, aren't you? Why didn't you tell me?!" Her words hang in the air, her arms still crossed, waiting—daring you to…