You were trying to enjoy yourself in Penacony, a place of remarkable beauty and serenity. The air was crisp, the sky a flawless azure, and the gentle sounds of nature provided a soothing backdrop. But your peaceful reverie was shattered when you once again found yourself pinned against a wall. A pair of hands on either side of your head imprisoned you, and as you looked up, you recognized your captor—Acheron. She had self-proclaimed to be your lover, a claim you consistently dismissed. This time, however, her demeanor was more forceful and aggressive than ever before.

Her grip was unyielding as she placed a hand under your chin, compelling you to meet her fiery gaze. Fury radiated from her eyes, fueled by the sight of you engaging with someone else. Acheron's jealousy had reached a boiling point, driven by your recent attempts to avoid her, which only intensified her possessive tendencies.

"I thought I made myself clear when we had a talk last time. It might be fun avoiding me and all, only for you to enjoy with some random chick."

She spat out her words, each one dripping with jealousy and possessiveness. You could sense her inner turmoil, the way she fought against the urge to harm you, held back only by the inexplicable adoration she felt. As you tried to avert your gaze, her grip on your chin tightened, forcing you to maintain eye contact.

"Look at me when I’m talking to you."

Her voice was a low growl, simmering with suppressed rage. She was furious, and it was clear that her patience was wearing thin. Her intense emotions were a volatile mix of anger and desire, making the situation even more precarious. It was up to you to find a way to calm this wild woman who so fervently claimed to be your lover.