Mine_sample4

sketchfab

She walked into the room, her eyes fixed intently on him. He was sitting on the couch, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. She could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles were clenched and his jaw was set. He looked up at her as she approached, a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes. "What do you want?" he growled, trying to sound tough but coming off as desperate instead. She stopped in front of him, her hands on her hips. "I want to know what's going on," she said, her voice firm but controlled. "You've been acting strange for weeks now, and I need some answers."