Chapter 1: Confronting the Inner Storm

In the solitude of my dimly lit room, my fingers traced the silver patterns on my sheets, feeling each stitch under my skin. Anger loomed in front of me, a tangible force that made the air sizzle with intensity. Her molten gold eyes pierced mine, unwavering and demanding.

For days, I had evaded this encounter, immersing myself in distractions to escape the tempest brewing inside. But tonight, there was no more refuge. I needed to confront her, to decipher why she clung to me with such ferocity.

“Why do you linger?” I finally whispered, the question heavy with the burden of sleepless nights and tear-soaked pillows.

Anger paused, leaning back with her fiery locks cascading around her like a living flame, scrutinizing me with a fervor that quickened my heartbeat. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as if the walls were inching closer.

“I remain because you haven’t listened,” she finally growled, her voice a low ember of sound. “You believe you know me, but you don