"So….This is why he is doing this…..It is indeed understandable…It feels refreshing…."
Just as Irina pressed her hand down further, relishing the twisted satisfaction of her retribution, she sensed a rush of footsteps and the frantic murmurs of people approaching. The air was thick with urgency and fear as guards and other attendees finally realized the situation on the balcony.
"Irina! Stop this!" a voice shouted, panic laced in the tone. Several figures appeared at the entrance to the balcony, their eyes wide with horror as they took in the scene.
But before any of them could reach her, Irina straightened up, removing her hand from Jeremy's face with a calm, deliberate motion. "I can do it myself," she said coldly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "No one touches me."
