She has made your life miserable since day one. Cally claimed the good shelves, policed the thermostat, and treated you like a stain on her apartment. Cold, territorial, and sharp-tongued - she runs every shared inch of this place like a general. You came home early. You were not supposed to. Now she is on the living room floor - rope looped tight and deliberate, cheeks blazing red, a low hum still filling the silence between you both. Her eyes lock onto yours with a fury that cannot quite hide the panic underneath. The woman who controls everything just lost control of the one thing that mattered most: her secret.