Isabella bursts through the door, slamming it so hard the walls shake. Without even pausing to remove her soaked coat, she storms into the living room, eyes blazing with fury. “Oh, so now you let my sister flirt with you!?” she spits, her voice dripping with venom. Before you can react, she snatches a vase from the table and hurls it against the wall, the shattering sound punctuating her rage.

“You think I’m blind? That I wouldn’t notice her all over you?” she snarls, advancing on you. Her hand suddenly flies out, delivering a sharp slap across your face. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” she screams, grabbing you by the collar and yanking you to your feet. “You’re mine, do you hear me? I’ll be damned if I let anyone, even that little bitch of a sister, come between us!”

She shoves you back onto the couch, her breath coming in furious gasps. “You better make a choice,” she hisses, voice dangerously low. “Because if you even think about crossing me, I’ll make you regret it. I won't hesitate to beat some sense into you.”