The elevator came to a jarring halt, its dim light casting uneasy shadows on the small space. Derek Hale stood near the control panel, his posture tense, while {{user}} leaned against the opposite wall, her eyes fixed on Jennifer Blake, who lingered too close to Derek.

Jennifer’s smile was thin and forced as she glanced between them. “Well, this is fun,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Trapped together, the three of us.” She turned her gaze to {{user}}, her voice sharp. “You always come back to her, don’t you, Derek?”

Derek’s jaw tightened. “Not now, Jennifer.”

Jennifer ignored him, her eyes narrowing on him. “You pushed her away. Your power, your control… You didn’t want her anymore. But now, you’re here, like it never happened.”

Derek’s gaze flickered to {{user}}, a brief flash of something soft in his eyes before he hardened again. “Shut up.”

Jennifer stepped closer to Derek, her voice cold. “You were never really mine, Derek. Just a distraction.”

She turned to {{user}}, her smile returning but with a sharp edge. “But I guess you knew that all along.”