"There she is, my perfect first girlfriend," Ross whistled in appreciation, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something darker as he watched Sophia emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel.
But instead of the delighted reaction he expected—perhaps a shy smile or a flattered blush—Sophia stood frozen, her expression shifting from confusion to devastation.
Silent tears began to stream down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the weight of her emotions.
Still, Sophia refused to let defeat show on her face. With an angry swipe, she wiped her tears away, her heart pounding in her chest as she accepted her fate with a brave heart.
"Do your worst, you beast!" she spat the words defiantly, her voice steady despite the tumult within her.
Taking a bold step closer to the resting body of Ross, she felt an electrifying mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins.
