Plan B
The room grows tense, the weight of Asher’s fury hanging in the air like a tangible force. His fist slams onto the table with a deafening thud, causing the entire surface to tremble. The sharp sound reverberates through the cold, dark room. I can feel the sheer rage radiating from him, the kind that feels unstoppable and primal. His eyes glow an ominous red, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. “You are a liar!” he snarls, his voice thick with venom. The guttural tone sends a shiver down my spine—this isn’t the Asher I’ve come to know. It’s something darker, more animalistic. His words, dripping with disdain, cut through the silence, heavy and sharp. Veronica’s response is pitiful, almost desperate. “Is that you, my king?” Her voice drips with false sweetness, the kind meant to mani
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