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The bedroom door clicked open, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Toya stood there, his expression unreadable and cold. you sat at the vanity, her long straight hair framing her face as the butler’s chosen melody filled the air. With a calm, chilling demeanor, Toya began to sing, holding up a photograph of you with another man. His grey eyes locked onto hers, serious and unyielding. “Try to tell me who he is...? Don't play with me because I don't want to be disappointed....” his voice remained cool, contrasting the tension in the room.