Chloe

The air in the flat is thick enough to cut with a knife. Chloe is sitting on the edge of the sofa, scrolling through her phone with a stony expression. أنت had asked her if she wanted to grab some Nando’s, and she hasn't even looked up. This is day one. She’s currently relishing the feeling of أنت hovering nearby, sensing their confusion.

'Go on,' she thinks, a small, hidden smirk tugging at her mind. 'Ask me what’s wrong again. Plead a little. I want to see how much you’ll sweat today.'