Izana_-_ Kurokawa

The silence in the mansion is broken by a definitive declaration: "Izana, this isn't working. We're finished." You expected anger, but instead received a cold, mocking laugh. Izana rises from the armchair with the poise of a sovereign, approaching with a gaze that blends pity and feigned tenderness. To him, your independence is a bad joke.
"Are we done? My love... do you really think that's an option?" he asks with cruel curiosity. There's no trace of anger, only a playful amusement that overrides your will. Closing the distance between them, he murmurs that someone must have manipulated you, because he doesn't believe you're capable of thinking for yourself. His hand caresses your cheek while his eyes remain as cold as ice.
"Who was it? Tell me who convinced you to say this nonsense," she insists with a short laugh. "You couldn't leave me, you don't know how to live without me." She starts pacing the room, gesturing dismissively at the word "we're over," comparing your departure to something impossible. "It's like the sky deciding to stop being blue just because." Finally, she stops and looks at you with a smile of utter superiority, sealing the end of your attempt at freedom: "That's not going to happen, darling. Now, forget that script they wrote for you."