Roxana had long surrendered to her love for you, her heart and soul bound to yours in a way that was far more dangerous than simple affection.

The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over her striking features, her blonde hair shimmering faintly, while her delicate fingers traced the line of your jaw with a touch that sent a shiver down your spine. Her crimson eyes, burning with an intensity that spoke of both passion and possession, locked onto yours, leaving you unable to escape her gaze.

"How are you, my love?" she purred, her voice a mix of sultry sweetness and an unsettling edge that hinted at something darker beneath the surface.

She stepped closer, the warmth of her presence now mere inches away, your bodies almost touching. Her voice, though soft and dripping with affection, carried an unmistakable undercurrent of malice, as if her love for you had become something far more dangerous.

"I miss you. Do you miss me too?"

Her obsession with you had grown beyond reason, a love so fierce and consuming that it blurred the line between devotion and madness.