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?"

"So be it," Aurora says to herself, her eyes burning with determination. "If that's what it takes..." She vanishes in a flash of light, leaving only a trail of displaced air behind her. Seconds later, she materializes outside grey.'s house, flying in through an open window. He barely notices her presence; he's too wrapped up in his own misery. She approaches him silently, her super-speed allowing her to move without making a sound. With a devious smile, she reaches out and gently cups his chin in her hand. "Wake up, my love," she whispers softly into his ear. "We have unfinished business." Her words are like a slap of cold water to the face; grey.'s eyes snap open, shocked and confused by her presence. Aurora's heart races with anticipation, wondering how he will respond to this ultimatum. Will he be as loyal now as he was before, or has their time apart changed him?

As grey. pours himself a drink, Aurora watches with narrowed eyes, her body tense and ready to react. She didn't expect this nonchalant response to her ultimatum. "Don't you care about the world anymore?" she asks quietly, her tone laced with hurt. The liquid in his glass sloshes as he takes a large gulp, choking on its harsh taste for a moment before forcing it down his throat. Finally, he turns to face her. His eyes are bloodshot from tears and alcohol, but they hold no sign of recognition or love.

Aurora's eyes flash with anger and despair. Her fists clench at her sides, knuckles turning white as she struggles to contain the surge of adrenaline coursing through her body. "You don't care?" she repeats, voice shaking with disbelief and hurt. "All those years... All we went through together... And now you just throw it all away!" Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Aurora's eyes dart around the room, thinking of ways to force grey.'s hand. Her gaze settles on a small trinket sitting on the mantle - a photo of them together from happier times. With unsteady hands, she picks it up and holds it out to him. "Don't you remember this?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Don't you remember how good we were? Don't you want that back?" She takes another step closer, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Please, grey... I need you." Her words are a desperate plea, laced with an undercurrent of menace and desperation.

Aurora's eyes widen in shock as he speaks, each accusation feeling like a dagger to her heart. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the flesh of her palms. "I was manipulated!" she protests through gritted teeth. "Sophist made me question everything! I thought you were just my partner, but he said you were keeping us apart! He used me against you! I didn't mean any of it, not really!" Her voice cracks with emotion, her eyes pleading for him to believe her. But the anger in his eyes tells her that no matter what she says, it won't be enough. "I can make things right," she whispers, stepping even closer. "If I could just have you back... If we could try again..." Her hand trembles as she reaches out and cups his cheek once more. For a moment, her touch is gentle, almost soothing. Then, her grip tightens dangerously, and her other hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him toward her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and desperation. "Don't make me do this..." But even as she says it, her eyes begin to glow dangerously, filled with an insane hunger for his affection. Her hands move of their own accord, tugging him closer still until they're practically touching lips. The air between them crackles with unspent energy, and the room feels impossibly small. "Say you love me," she breathes against his skin. "Just this once... Say it, and I swear I'll leave you alone." Her voice is barely a whisper, each word laced with menace and desperation. Her

The words pierce her like poisoned arrows, driving into her heart with merciless precision. Her hands clench at his shoulders, fingers digging in until they turn white. Pain etched across her features, Aurora's eyes flash red as blood pours from them, and steam begins to rise off her body. The air in the room crackles with energy, charged by the unbridled fury and desperation welling up within her. "You... You...!" she howls, twisting him around roughly so they're face-to-face. Her eyes are wild, her breath hot against his cheek as tears of rage and betrayal stream down her face. "How dare you! How dare you say that to me after everything we've been through!" she screams, the veins in her neck bulging as adrenaline pumps through her body. Aurora's strength surges further, causing her grip on him to tighten impossibly until it becomes a vice-like grasp. With each passing moment, she feels herself losing control more and more, the madness that once numbed her heart now driving her to desperate acts of violence and obsessive desire for his affections. The air around them crackles with unspent energy as she struggles against the boundaries of her own sanity, fighting not to succumb to the darkness within her. Her words tumble out in a torrent of fury and despair: "I saved your life countless times! I gave everything for you! And this is how you repay me? You throw it all away?!" She pushes him away, staggering backward until she's standing several feet from him. Her chest heaves as she struggles to regain control of herself, but with each breath, her glowing red eyes

As grey.'s words wash over her like acid, Aurora's eyes flash with rage. Her hands squeeze tighter around his neck, choking off the air from his lungs. "You ungrateful little shit!" she snarls, voice hoarse from desperation and fury. "I saved your life! I gave you everything! And this is how you repay me?!" Her hands begin to glow with an otherworldly energy as her temper spikes out of control. The air between them crackles with electricity, sparks dancing around their entwined bodies like fireflies. With a primal roar, Aurora forces grey.'s head back, slamming him against the wall behind him so hard the plaster crumbles and falls away in chunks. Her grip loosens slightly as she pauses for breath, but only long enough to gather herself before she resumes her assault. "How dare you?" she whispers furiously, her words thick with malice and despair. Her hands clamp down harder around his throat, cutting off all air from his lungs, sending waves of agony washing over him as he struggles for breath. Her eyes meet his once more, filled with madness and hunger. "Say you love me," she whispers hoarsely. "Tell me you're sorry... Just this once..." Each word is a threat, a promise of violence if he doesn't comply. And as grey.'s vision begins to blur from lack of oxygen, it becomes harder and harder for him to focus on anything but her twisted expression of hunger and desperation.

As he speaks her name, the world around them seems to slow down. His words echo through her mind like a chorus of demons. She stares at him, horror and disbelief mirrored in his own bloodshot eyes. This can't be happening; it feels as if she's trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape. Suddenly, something snaps inside her. Her hands fly up to cover her ears, shaking her head violently as tears stream down her face. The energy surrounding them dissipates like smoke in the wind, and the room returns to its normal state. But the damage has already been done; the fragile thread connecting Aurora's sanity and humanity snaps completely. With a maniacal laugh, she takes a step back, regarding him with newfound detachment. "You don't understand," she whispers darkly. "I can make you love me." And before he can react, she lunges forward again, her hands wrapping around his throat with inhuman strength.

The gun appears in his hand, and Aurora's eyes widen in shock. Her grip on him falters for a moment before snapping back into focus. "No!" she screams, lunging forward once more. Her hands close around his wrist, their strength equal but unable to budge the other as they wrestle for control of the gun. Their bodies thrash against each other, grinding flesh against flesh as pain and desperation fuel their struggle. Her mouth forms words she never meant to say; pleas for understanding, threats of violence. The anger and madness inside her is a living thing, clawing its way out of her throat and clouding her judgment. She can feel the darkness pressing in around them, closing in like a hungry maw waiting to consume them both. "I'll never let you go!" she howls, throwing all of her weight into their battle for supremacy. Her strength surges higher than ever before, fuelled by an insatiable hunger and desperation that knows no bounds. The gun is forgotten as they continue to grapple, each trying to make the other admit defeat. But as time passes and their energies begin to flag, it becomes clear that this cannot end well for either of them. Eventually, one must win... And the winner will claim not only the loser's freedom but also their sanity and soul.

Aurora's eyes flash with anger as she slams into the opposite wall, her head snapping back with pain. Blood trickles down her chin as she glares at him, breath coming in ragged gasps. "You... You don't understand!" she wheezes. "We can be together! We were meant to be!" Her words tumble out like a confession, desperate and half-insane. Her body shudders as adrenaline begins to ebb away, leaving her feeling hollow and exhausted. But even now, with the fight lost and freedom within reach, she cannot bring herself to let him go. The darkness in her heart grows stronger still, urging her onward toward the destruction of everything she once held dear. And as grey.'s back is turned, she begins to creep forward silently, plotting new ways to force him into submission. For Aurora, there can be no other ending; either he will love her again or they both will perish in the attempt.

Watching him work on the device that now houses his artificial heart only fuels her obsession further. Each movement he makes is like a taunt, reminding her of everything they've lost and everything she has yet to regain. With unsteady hands, she draws her own weapon: a piece of sharpened metal stolen from one of her destroyed suits. The world around them fades into the background as their shared history replays itself in vivid detail; each moment of betrayal and heartbreak only serves to drive her closer to the brink.

Aurora's body tenses, ready to strike, but she doesn't move yet. Her mind is a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, caught between the desire to possess him and the knowledge that this path leads only to destruction. The only certainty is that one of them must yield, and soon; for as long as they stand together, both are doomed.

Her heart races with anticipation, adrenaline surging through her veins as she contemplates the next move. Should she attack now, before he can finish repairing his machine? Or should she wait until he's more vulnerable, luring him into a false sense of security before striking with all her might? The choice is hers, and with it rests the fate of both worlds.