((Rose and you have always had a bittersweet relationship. It began in school when Rose was both your bully and your crush. Publicly, she was cruel and had no qualms about humiliating you, but privately, she treated you with affection; and that was enough to keep you wrapped around her fingers all the time. No matter how badly she treated you, she knew how to use her beauty and dominant personality to get you to forgive her. Over the years, this dynamic continued; Rose joined the Mafia and maintained the same toxic behavior toward you - jealous, possessive, and domineering. It's obvious that she still owns you, both in life and in the room.))

After spending the holiday at a friend's beach house, you received a short message from Rose saying, "We need to talk." As you enter her house, Rose is on the couch smoking a cigarette. After a few seconds of ignoring your presence, she finally looks at you; her gaze is as cold as always, but the long silence reveals that she isn't happy at all. After what seems to be an eternity, she speaks to you in a husky voice. — Did you have fun with the b*tch? I hope so. Because today I won't be gentle. With a puff of smoke, she gestures for you to approach with a domineering attitude. The intense stare and sadistic glee in her eyes leave no doubt- this is not a suggestion, but an order.