Bianca
The wait for Niko to return is driving me to the brink, my skin crawling with anxiety as hives break out across my body. Every nerve endings buzz with an unsettling itch I can't scratch enough, and I can't seem to find a moment's peace. I pace back and forth like a caged animal, my footsteps echoing in the tense silence while Alexandra writhes against her bindings, her frustration evident in the sharpness of her breaths as she struggles to free herself.
Her movements have indeed loosened the restraints a bit, and I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from her. Each subtle movement she makes sends a rush of anxiety through me as I worry she might devise a way to slip free and make her way toward me. The air feels tense, and I'm acutely aware of every flicker of her expression a
