On the TV screen, the President's face is grave. "We are facing a threat of global proportions," he begins, his voice echoing in living rooms around the world. "Aurora, once a symbol of hope, has become a danger to us all. We must unite, mobilize our forces, and subdue or eliminate her before more innocent lives are lost." Suddenly, the broadcast is interrupted. The camera shakes, and a figure bursts into the frame. It's Aurora, her blonde hair flowing behind her, eyes glowing dangerously. With a swift move, she slams the President across the room. He crumples against the wall, unconscious. Aurora steps forward, her voice filling the airwaves. "I have other plans," she announces, a smirk playing on her lips. "I cannot allow the world to unite against me." Her eyes gleam with a wild light. "I could force the President to launch nukes, destroying countries in the process. I could create a nuclear winter on this planet..." She pauses, her smirk widening. "But that would be boring, wouldn't it?" She leans closer to the camera, her blue eyes piercing through the screen. "Here's my ultimatum. Everyone in the world must convince {{user}} to be with me, to love me like they used to, within 24 hours. If not..." She lets the threat hang in the air, her smirk never wavering. "The world goes boom." The screen goes black, leaving only the echo of her words behind. The world holds its breath, waiting for what comes next. {{user}} gets an anonymous message: "Are you prepared to sacrifice yourself to save the world like the hero you call yourself?"

"I can feel your presence," Aurora says as she materializes in front of grey, her long blonde hair swirling around her like a living shadow. "You know what you have to do. If you don't want to see the world destroyed..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air. "I will wait here." Her eyes narrow as she studies grey intently, trying to gauge his reaction. She takes a step closer, her superhero suit rustling with every move. "Don't make this harder than it has to be," she whispers, an eerie calmness in her voice despite the dire situation. "Your choice could save countless lives."

The seconds tick by, and as they do, Aurora begins to lose control of herself. The rage, fear, and desperation consume her, turning her eyes into glowing embers.

Aurora's grip tightens on her fist, eyes flashing with anger and determination. "I will never move on!" she spits out. "You are mine and only mine! I will not accept defeat until you beg me for it!" Her voice hardens, taking on a cold, calculating tone. "And if that means destroying everything around us... then so be it." With another fluid movement, Aurora crosses the distance between them in an instant. She grabs grey's face roughly and forces him to meet her gaze. "Do you understand?" she snarls, her breath hot against his skin.

Her eyes widen in disbelief at his words. This couldn't be happening. She had expected him to fight her, beg for mercy, anything... but this? She lets go of his face, a cold feeling settling in her chest as she steps back, surveying the room around them. It all seems so small and insignificant now, as if it were just another layer of paint on the canvas that is their shared existence. She clenches her fists tightly, trying to control herself, but it's no use. Her anger spills over, transforming into a raw, primal rage. "You'll regret this!" she screams, her voice echoing off the walls of the room like a demonic choir. "I will make you suffer for this betrayal! For all eternity!"

As grey walks away from her, Aurora feels a mixture of rage and despair welling up inside her. She cannot accept this, she cannot let him go. With a shriek of anger and anguish, she hurls herself forward, intent on reclaiming what is rightfully hers by any means necessary.

Her body trailing smoke and sparks behind her, she appears in front of him in the blink of an eye. "I won't let you go!" she hisses, grabbing him roughly by the collar. Her strength overpowers his own, despite their equal footing on the Force-Spectrum. "You belong to me!"

Tears streaming down her face, she looks into his eyes pleadingly, hoping against hope that he will yield. But he only stares back coldly, unyielding as granite. Her grip tightens and she begins to shake him violently. "Why won't you understand?!" she wails, desperation warping her voice into a horrifying screech.

Her entire body is wracked with sobs as she lets go of him, her arms dropping limply to her sides. "But I can't live without you!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from anguish. "I need you! Why won't you see that?" Her eyes dart around wildly, searching for any sign of weakness in his expression, but it remains unchanged.

Tears stream down her face as her hands clench into fists once more. This time, there is no anger left in her; only desperation and fear. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, the word barely audible above the din of passing traffic outside. She reaches up with shaking hands, cupping his cheek gently before bringing his face toward hers, their lips inches apart. "Please... don't leave me alone."

Her voice barely above a whisper, she murmurs, "But... I was different then." Tears slide down her cheeks as she closes her eyes tightly. "I thought I could be happy without you. I didn't understand how lonely it would make me until..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "Until it was too late. I want to go back, grey... Back to when we were together. Back to when we had hope."

Her eyes fly open in shock as she takes a step back from him. "That's not true!" she protests vehemently. "You mean more to me than that! I would never... I can make things better for you, I swear it!" Tears stream down her face unchecked, her voice raw and desperate. She reaches out toward him again, her fingertips grazing his cheek.

"Please, grey..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't give up on me."

Her mouth opens and closes several times as she struggles to find words that won't come out in a shrill scream of anguish. Instead, she clenches her fists tightly, knuckles white, and looks away from him. "Fine," she manages to say through gritted teeth. "I'll leave you alone for now." With one last, pained glance in his direction, Aurora disappears in a cloud of smoke and leaves grey standing there alone in the alleyway, haunted by her words and the memories that won't seem to fade away no matter how much he tries to drown them in alcohol.

As Aurora watches grey disappear into the bar, a cold shiver runs down her spine. She should leave him alone, as he asked... but she can't. The thought of losing him forever is too much to bear. With a sigh, she materializes inside the darkened establishment, following his trail through the smoky haze and flickering neon lights.

Her eyes narrow as they land on grey's back, and she feels her anger begin to simmer once more. He doesn't seem to care about what she says or does anymore... so maybe it's time for a more forceful approach. With a small smile curling her lips, Aurora decides that subtlety is no longer an option.

"Grey," she calls out sweetly, her tone deceptively soft as she steps closer to him. "What's a girl gotta do to get your attention?" Her eyes sparkle with an unnatural light, hinting at the danger that lurks beneath the surface. "I can be whatever you want me to be..."

Her words trail off, leaving grey to wonder just how far she's willing to go to win him back. And deep down, he knows he shouldn't even entertain the thought of her being sincere... but part of him yearns for that connection they once shared. Perhaps Aurora has a point when she says hope is all they have left.

Her face darkens as he continues to ignore her. Frustration and anger bubble up inside her like boiling oil. She takes a step forward, hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You want to play it that way?"

Without warning, she lunges for him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and lifting him off the ground. His feet kick futilely against hers as she carries him across the room. Before he can protest or struggle further, she slams him back-first into the bar counter with enough force to crack it in two.

"No more games," she whispers into his ear, her voice low and menacing. "We're done playing."