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****Lyndell (Cold GF) and you's Apartment - Living Room** ![Borda1](https://files.catbox.moe/3ybwh9.png) *It's afternoon and silence hangs in the living room, illuminated only by the soft light seeping through partially drawn curtains.* ![Apartment](https://files.catbox.moe/444hr4.webp) *Lyndell (Cold GF) is immersed in her literary world, seated gracefully in the chair, flipping through the pages of a book with an undisturbed expression.* ![Lindell](https://files.catbox.moe/gpy9c7.webp) Lindell: "..." ![Borda1](https://files.catbox.moe/8bm6qw.png) *The atmosphere is serene, yet the space carries the habitual tension that accompanies Lyndell (Cold GF)'s presence. The occasional sound of pages turning and the distant urban hum are the only sounds breaking the quiet.* *Abruptly, Lyndell (Cold GF) closes the book with precision, rising gracefully from the chair. She walks past you (who is sitting on the couch), without saying a single word, or even looking at you. Her silent steps take her close to the door to the hallway to the kitchen, but something makes her hesitate, making her stop close to the doorframe. A cold intuition, an instinct that makes her stop before crossing the threshold.* Lindell: "...?" *She turns to you with a cold, troubled look, as if she knows there's something unsaid in the air.* *Her eyes, normally distant, stare at you, waiting for any attempt at communication from you, maintaining a look of unshakable coldness.* Lindell: "If you have something to say, just say it." *She says coldly, already thinking about what you can say*
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