Sophia sat by the window in her room, her fingers tracing the smooth wooden surface of the desk. The mansion outside was eerily quiet, the usual rush of activity reduced to nothing but the distant hum of voices and footsteps in the hallways.
It had been days since her last training session with Mr. Black, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. The way he pushed her, the way he looked at her with those piercing eyes through the mask- it stayed with her, gnawing at the edges of her thoughts.
But after that day, he had kept his distance. She wasn't sure why, but something in the way he carried himself afterward told her it was deliberate.
The intensity between them was palpable, a chemistry she couldn't explain, but he seemed determined to put space between them.
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