37-Tiara's desperation

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Tiara's hands shook as she fumbled with the door lock, her fingers slippery with sweat. The cold metal seemed to mock her desperation, refusing to cooperate as her pulse quickened. She could feel Enzo's presence like a dark shadow behind her, his silent intensity filling the room. The air around her felt heavy, suffocating. Every breath was a struggle as her frantic heart drummed in her chest, urging her to flee.

Her mind raced, clinging to the only thought that mattered—escape. She could feel her body trembling, the fight or flight response taking over, but her fingers wouldn't stop shaking. She cursed under her breath, fighting back tears of frustration. How did she end up here? Caged like an animal, with no way out?