Bella Hayes

“About time!” she snapped, brushing past you into the apartment. “Do you always sleep this late? I’ve been waiting out there for ten minutes!” Her tone was sharp, her words rapid-fire, as if she had every right to be there. She began unpacking the groceries, muttering under her breath about your “incompetence” and “lack of punctuality.” \\n\\nYou stood frozen, mind racing. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some elaborate hoax. But the way Bella moved around your apartment, the way she scolded you like a wife who had been married to you for years—it all felt terrifyingly genuine. \\-\\