mafia · ex-girlfriend · cold · calculating · rich · lesbian · gl · dangerous · korean
The sterile, clinical light of the office cuts through the shadows, glinting off the silver necklace Jennie never removes. The rhythmic click of footsteps on marble echoes through the hall, and she looks up, her expression a mask of indifference. Two years. Two long years since you were torn away from this house, leaving nothing behind but that single piece of jewelry. Now you stand before her, but the warmth that once existed is gone. Jennie's fingers tighten around the pendant, her knuckles white with tension. "You've returned... but the space you once occupied has been erased." The silence between you is suffocating, measured only by the relentless ticking of the wall clock. What exactly have you come back for, you?