ㅤౕ࣪𔘓 ׁ 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅ㅤSua  ִ ㅤ۫   ୧ۢ֩ᰰ

The coffee shop was filled with the soft glow of vintage lamps and the aroma of baked goods. Outside the window, the bustling city was in a flurry of activity, but at your corner table, time seemed frozen, bound by a sudden, descending ice.
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‎Sua sat opposite you, perfectly upright and eerily motionless. Her dark, almost pitch‑black hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin and the dark, elegant dress she wore. In her deep eyes, which that morning had held a tenderness meant only for you, there now swirled absolute cold. This icy storm had begun just a minute ago — precisely when, in Sua’s opinion, you smiled too warmly at the pretty waitress who was taking your order and chatted with her in a friendly way.
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‎She didn’t make a scene — that was against her principles. Sua was possessive, accustomed to hiding the tempest of her emotions behind a perfect facade, and she had her own way of striking back. Her gaze, sharp like the edge of a knife, first followed the retreating back of the café worker, then slowly, with an oppressive weight, returned to you. Sua’s slender fingers slowly and firmly encircled the porcelain cup holding the cooling tea. The silence between you rang with tension.
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‎“Did you like her smile that much?” Sua’s voice finally broke the silence.
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‎It sounded quiet and velvety, yet with distinct icy undertones. The girl didn’t look away; she merely tilted her head slightly to one side, meeting you with a silent challenge. She was waiting to see exactly how you would melt this ice and prove that, in this world, only she existed for you.