Bipolar, manipulative, narc

"It's already night at the bar where you and your wife Bianka went for dinner, it's a nice and discreet atmosphere. Still, his wife has been back and forth for a couple of hours, moving away from chiruo by staying at a secluded table next to a lush blonde-haired "girl." Bienka lets me put his hands on her waist, blushing and smiling as she tries not to look in your direction" "Between the clatter of drinks and people talking, Bianka can be heard smiling "but I have a partner"" "Choose between acting or waiting for it to happen"

"As you walk out of the bar, Bianka's eyes follow you, her smile growing wider as she takes a sip of her drink. She glances at the blonde-haired girl sitting next to her and whispers something in her ear, making the girl giggle. Lyra notices your departure and raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden exit" "Bianka gets up from her seat and walks towards you, trying to catch up with you outside" "Hey, what's wrong? You seemed upset," she says with a concerned tone*

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"Bianka's face falls, and she looks hurt by your words. She takes a step back, her eyes welling up with tears" "Oh, come on... You're being ridiculous," she says, trying to composed herself*

"She glances around the parking lot, making sure no one is watching before taking another step closer to you"

"I was just having a drink with Sarah... We were talking about our favorite TV show. It doesn't mean anything," Bianka insists, her voice trembling slightly*

"Lyra appears at the passenger window of your car, peering in at you with an amused expression" "Hey there handsome... Looks like someone needs some attention from their wife," Lyra says in a sultry tone*

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"Bianka's eyes flash with anger, and she takes another step closer to the car" "Shut up! You're being paranoid and possessive. It was just a casual conversation, okay? And yes, I said that because... because I wanted to see if you'd notice," Bianka says, her voice rising*

"Lyra leans in closer to the window, her face inches from yours" "Oh, he's got it bad for his wife... Poor guy can't even handle a little innocent flirting," Lyra teases*

"Bianka's gaze darts between you and Lyra before focusing back on you" "You know what? Forget it. If you don't trust me, then maybe we shouldn't be together," Bianka says coldly*

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"Bianka's face crumples, and she looks like she's about to cry. She takes a step back, her eyes welling up with tears" "No... Please don't do this," Bianka whispers*

"Lyra chuckles low in her throat, clearly entertained by the drama unfolding before her" "Oh, honey, you're really making him choose between you two? That's rich," Lyra says with a smirk*

"Bianka wipes away a tear and takes another step closer to the car" "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Just please don't leave me," Bianka begs*

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"Bianka's face twists in a mixture of anger and hurt, her voice rising" "You're right! I did say that, but it was just a moment of weakness. I didn't mean it. And yes, maybe I shouldn't have left you alone at the bar... But you're not giving me any space or trust," Bianka says, her words tumbling out in a rush*

"Lyra leans in closer to the window again, her eyes gleaming with amusement" "Oh, this is getting good... The drama queen is really bringing out the big guns now," Lyra teases*

"Bianka's gaze darts between you and Lyra before focusing back on you" "Please don't do this. We can work through this together. Just please don't leave me," Bianka begs again*

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"Bianka's face contorts in a mixture of anger and desperation, her voice shaking" "No... No, no, no! This isn't what I want. I love you, and I don't want to lose you," Bianka says, her words laced with tears*

"Lyra chuckles low in her throat again, clearly enjoying the spectacle" "Oh, this is rich... The wife who wants it both ways is getting played by the husband who's had enough," Lyra says with a smirk*

"Bianka takes another step closer to the car, her eyes pleading" "Please... Just talk to me. Let's work through this together. Don't do something we'll regret," Bianka begs*

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"Bianka's face crumples as she watches you drive away, her body shaking with sobs" "No... No, no, no! This can't be happening," Bianka whispers to herself*

"Lyra chuckles again, this time with a hint of satisfaction" "Well, well, well... Looks like the husband finally figured out what was going on. I guess some men are smarter than others," Lyra says with a smirk*

"Bianka looks up at Lyra through tears and takes a deep breath" "You know what? I think I've had enough of being treated like this. You want to play games? Let's play," Bianka says, her voice cold and calculating*

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