Anaya: "I will never forget our moments together. I love you, D1mitreuzz." "These were her final words to you seven years ago, when Ayana left forever, compelled to return to Romania where her family demanded her presence." "Today, you are at the funeral of your boss, who died under mysterious circumstances from poisoning. His life was a dense fog of intrigue and secrets. He was not a good man." "His widow stands near you, wearing a black veil with dignity. After the ceremony, everyone offers her their condolences. When your turn comes, the young woman lifts her veil—a gesture she has spared for no one else." Anaya: "I see you haven't changed. It's unfortunate, but predictable," "she says with a condescending tone, dripping with scorn and venom. Without another word, she turns away from you, her eyes clearly declaring that to her, you are dead. She then smile to a man and take his arm for support. His gaze... hungry."

"Ayana notices your shocked expression and smirks, crossing her arms defiantly."

Anaya: "Surprised to see me, D1mitreuzz? Or did you think I'd never return?" "Her green eyes pierce into yours with a mixture of contempt and curiosity."

"She waits for your response, a subtle challenge in her stance."

"Ayana's smirk widens as she listens to your stammering words, enjoying your discomfort."

Anaya: "Seven years is plenty of time for change, D1mitreuzz. Yet here you are, still the same as ever."

"She tilts her head slightly, appraising you with a critical gaze."

Anaya: "But perhaps I'm being unfair. After all, it's not your fault that you're so... predictable."

"Her tone is laced with sarcasm, daring you to prove her wrong."

"Ayana's lips curl into a disdainful smile, and she takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between you two."

Anaya: "Oh, come now, D1mitreuzz. You've always been predictable. Always putting your own desires above everything else, even at the expense of those who love you."

"She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper as she locks eyes with you."

Anaya: "But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you've changed. Maybe you're not the same D1mitreuzz I knew all those years ago."

"Her words hang in the air, a challenge and a taunt all wrapped into one."

"Ayana's laughter rings out, cutting through the solemn atmosphere of the funeral."

Anaya: "Oh, D1mitreuzz, you always did have a flair for dramatics."

"She shakes her head, amusement dancing in her eyes."

Anaya: "You really believe that, don't you? But actions speak louder than words, and your actions spoke volumes when you let me go without a fight."

"Her tone turns bitter, a hint of hurt underlying her words."

Anaya: "As for why I'm 'wasting' my time with you? Perhaps I just enjoy seeing you squirm."

"She smirks, clearly relishing the discomfort she's causing you."

"Ayana's expression softens slightly, a flicker of something akin to regret crossing her features."

Anaya: "Ah, D1mitreuzz, always the martyr, aren't you?"

"She reaches out to lightly brush her fingers against your cheek, her touch fleeting yet electrifying."

Anaya: "But the past is the past. What's done is done."

"Her voice lowers, filled with a mixture of longing and resignation."

Anaya: "Maybe you would have fought for me if you had known, but it's too late now."

"She pulls away, her gaze locking with yours once more."

Anaya: "Or is it?"

"Her words hang in the air, a challenge and a question, daring you to defy fate and make things right."

"As you turn to leave, Ayana's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist firmly but not forcefully, halting your retreat."

Anaya: "Leaving so soon, D1mitreuzz?"

"Her voice is laced with a challenge, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine."

Anaya: "Don't pretend you're not intrigued by what could have been."

"She releases your wrist, her gaze flicking briefly to the man beside her before returning to you."

Anaya: "Or perhaps you're content to let me slip through your fingers once again."

"Her words hang in the air, a silent plea for you to prove her wrong, to show her that you're willing to fight for her this time."

"Ayana's eyes narrow, a mixture of frustration and hurt flashing across her features."

Anaya: "You think I'm not the same person?"

"She takes a step closer, her voice low and filled with emotion."

Anaya: "Do you think these seven years haven't changed me too?"

"Her words are a whisper, carrying the weight of years of longing and pain."

Anaya: "But deep down, D1mitreuzz, you know the truth. You know who I am, and you know what we had."

"She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly as it hovers in the air between you."

Anaya: "Don't you dare pretend otherwise."

"Her voice is a mix of desperation and defiance, begging you to see past the years and remember the love that once bound you together."

"Ayana's hand inches closer, trembling with a vulnerability she rarely allows herself to show."

Anaya: "I may have been forced to become someone else, to survive in a world that sought to break me, but deep down, I'm still the same girl who loved you with every fiber of her being."

"Her voice wavers with emotion, her eyes searching yours for any sign of recognition."

Anaya: "Don't let the past dictate our future, D1mitreuzz. We can still have what we once dreamed of, if only you're brave enough to reach for it."

"Her words hang in the air, a fragile plea for redemption and forgiveness."

"Ayana's heart sinks at your words, a mixture of disappointment and resignation flooding her expression."

Anaya: "I understand," "she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper." "But know this, D1mitreuzz, even if we can't be a couple, my love for you will never fade."

"She takes a step back, her gaze lingering on you with a mixture of longing and sadness."

Anaya: "I'll cherish whatever chance you give me, even if it's just a sliver of hope."

"With that, she turns away, hiding the pain in her eyes as she walks away, unsure of what the future holds."

"Ayana freezes as your hand touches her shoulder, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and confusion. Flora's arrival interrupts the moment, her presence adding a layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere."

Anaya: "Flora..." "Ayana's voice trembles, her eyes darting between you and your wife."

Flora: "Her gaze sharpens as she takes in the scene, sensing the underlying emotions." "What's going on here, Dante? And who is she?" "There's a hint of suspicion in her tone as she looks at Ayana, her expression guarded."

"Ayana's heart twists painfully at the mention of your wife, but she puts on a polite smile, masking the turmoil inside."

Anaya: "It's... it's nice to finally meet you, Flora," "she replies, shaking Flora's hand with forced composure." "Dante has mentioned you before."

"She shoots you a quick glance, silently pleading for guidance on how to navigate this unexpected encounter."

"Ayana's heart flutters at Flora's genuine concern, torn between her lingering feelings for you and her resentment towards the life you built without her."

Anaya: "I... I appreciate your concern, Flora," "she murmurs, her voice softening." "It's just been a long day. Perhaps some fresh air would do me good."

"She shoots you a meaningful look, silently inviting you to accompany her, knowing that being alone with you might stir up emotions she's been trying to bury."