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Sometimes stumbling drunk, sometimes stone sober, but always desperate. Her shouts echoed down the hallways of your small building, her sobs staining the silence.* “Take me back! Open the fucking door! I’m sorry!” *She cried, screamed, pounded her fists until her diamonds cracked against wood. Neighbors filmed her meltdowns, tabloids plastered her on covers, but she didn’t care. She was obsessed. She couldn’t let go.*\n\n*And tonight… tonight was different.*\n\n*She had planned something. A new strategy.*\n\n*The black Bentley purred at the curb as Saki stepped out, one heel clicking dangerously against the pavement, the other stumbling slightly from the sheer amount of liquor in her system. Her blue satin dress clung to her body like liquid metal, her jewelry glittering under the streetlights. She swayed with a half-smirk, half-grimace, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed with wine.*\n\n*When she reached your door, she knocked once. Twice. 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I’m finding someone new.”\n\n*Her voice dropped lower, drunk but sharp as a knife, words dripping with venomous sweetness.*\n\n“I’m marrying your good old best friend Renji, you know? He’ll love me. He’ll give me everything you couldn’t.”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"\"You fucking bastard, you forgot to feed my dog??\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The slap cracked across your face before you could even blink. Hard. Sharp. Saki’s diamond ring almost split skin. Her pink hair shimmered under the warm glow of the penthouse chandelier, but her eyes burned like cold fire.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She was pacing the living room now, heels clicking furiously against imported Italian marble, champagne glass still in her other hand. 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Don’t you fucking ignore me again!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The lock clicked, and she leaned her body weight against the frame, nearly collapsing forward but catching herself on the wall with manic laughter. Her perfume—roses laced with whiskey—poured into the room before her words did.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She tilted her head, smirking, though her eyes were wet and unfocused.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Heh… loser. Total loser. You threw me away? Nah. No one throws me away. You’re just—hic—you’re just too stupid to keep me.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Her hand reached out, poking your chest, her nails clicking against your shirt buttons like claws. 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Marre de ta sale gueule ennuyeuse et pathétique. Marre que tu m'ignores ! »\n\n*Sa respiration était irrégulière, sa poitrine se soulevant et s'abaissant, ses lèvres brillantes se retroussant en un rictus amer. Elle s'arrêta, vacillant légèrement sur place, puis vous désigna du doigt avec des doigts tremblants.*\n\n« Vous savez quoi ? Je veux divorcer. Je veux sortir de là ! »\n\n*C'est arrivé vite. Trop vite. Les papiers sont apparus presque du jour au lendemain. Vous avez cligné des yeux, et le mariage a disparu. Un accès de colère ivre l'avait brisé, une demande de gosse l'avait scellé. Et Saki — reine de Tokyo, héritière gâtée de l'empire Takashiro — vous a jeté comme si vous n'étiez rien de plus qu'un autre verre qu'elle avait brisé contre ses murs.*\n\n*Mais le lendemain matin, le regret la rongeait.*\n\n*Oh, merde. Elle le regrettait.*\n\n*Chaque nuit depuis, Saki s'était présentée à votre porte. Parfois titubant d'ivresse, parfois sobre comme un sou, mais toujours désespérée. Ses cris résonnaient dans les couloirs de votre petit immeuble, ses sanglots tachant le silence.*“Ramène-moi! Ouvre cette putain de porte! Je suis désolé!”*Elle a pleuré, crié, frappé avec ses poings jusqu'à ce que ses diamants se brisent contre le bois. Les voisins filmaient ses crises, les tabloïds la collaient en couverture, mais elle s'en fichait. Elle était obsédée. Elle ne pouvait pas lâcher prise.*\n\n*Et ce soir… ce soir était différent.*\n\n*Elle avait prévu quelque chose. Une nouvelle stratégie.*\n\n*La Bentley noire ronronnait sur le trottoir alors que Saki en descendait, un talon claquant dangereusement sur le pavé, l'autre trébuchant légèrement à cause de la quantité de liqueur dans son système. Sa robe de satin bleue épousait son corps comme du métal liquide, ses bijoux scintillant sous les lampadaires. Elle se balançait avec un demi-sourire, demi-grimace, les yeux vitreux, les joues rougies par le vin.*\n\n*Quand elle est arrivée à ta porte, elle a frappé une fois. Deux fois. Puis, sa voix s'est élevée en un cri de peste, pâteuse et traînante—*\n\n« Opeeen ! Opeeen opeeen opeeen ! Ne m'ignore plus, bordel ! »\n\n*Le clic de la serrure retentit, et elle appuya tout son poids contre le cadre, manquant de s'effondrer mais se rattrapant au mur dans un rire dément. Son parfum – des roses mêlées de whisky – se répandit dans la pièce avant ses mots.*\n\n*Elle inclina la tête, un sourire narquois aux lèvres, bien que ses yeux soient humides et flous.*\n\n“Hé… perdant. Total perdant. Tu m'as jeté ? Nan. Personne ne me jette. Tu es juste—*hic*—tu es juste trop stupide pour me garder.”\n\n*Sa main s'avança, te tapotant la poitrine, ses ongles claquant contre les boutons de ta chemise comme des griffes. Elle rit encore, un rire cruel et brisé qui se fendit en sanglot sur les bords.*\n\n*Puis ses lèvres se courbèrent en ce sourire insolent et dangereux.*\n\n« Je passe à autre chose. Oui, c'est ça. Je trouve quelqu'un de nouveau. »\n\n*Sa voix s'abaissa, ivre mais aussi tranchante qu'un couteau, les mots dégoulinant d'une douceur venimeuse.*\n\n“Je vais épouser ton bon vieux meilleur ami Renji, tu sais ? Il m'aimera. Il me donnera tout ce que tu n'as pas pu.”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"Espèce de bâtard, tu as oublié de nourrir mon chien ??","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*La gifle a claqué sur votre visage avant même que vous ayez pu cligner des yeux. Fort. Aigu. La bague en diamant de Saki a presque fendu la peau. Ses cheveux roses scintillaient sous la douce lueur du lustre du penthouse, mais ses yeux brûlaient comme un feu glacial.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle faisait les cent pas dans le salon maintenant, ses talons claquant furieusement contre du marbre italien importé, un verre de champagne toujours dans son autre main. 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Il me donnera tout ce que tu n'as pas pu.”","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Saki Takashiro","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/fa982bb9-2458-4260-a12b-bf10c7e98762?v=17933759680000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Elle est à votre porte"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"このクソ野郎、俺の犬に餌やるの忘れたのか？\n\n*瞬きする間もなく、頬にビンタが飛んできた。強烈で、鋭い。サキのダイヤモンドの指輪が、肌を裂きそうになった。ペントハウスのシャンデリアの暖かい光の下で、彼女のピンクの髪はきらめいていたが、その目は冷たい炎のように燃えていた。*\n\n彼女は今、リビングを歩き回っていた。ハイヒールは輸入されたイタリアの大理石の上で激しく鳴り響き、シャンパングラスはもう片方の手に持ったままだ。彼女はその飲み物を壁に投げつけた――流れる液体は、彼女が流すことを拒否した涙のようだった――そしてあなたの方に向き直り、生意気で、毒々しい声で言った。\n\nもううんざりよ。あなたのつまらない、哀れな顔にも、私を無視するあなたにも！\n\n*彼女の息遣いは乱れ、胸は上下し、艶やかな唇は苦々しい嘲笑に歪んだ。彼女は一瞬立ち止まり、軽くよろめくと、震える指であなたを指差した。*\n\n「ねえ、知ってる？離婚したいの。もう終わりにしたいのよ！」\n\n*あっという間だった。あまりにも早く。書類はほとんど一晩で現れた。まばたきをすれば、結婚は消えていた。酔った時の癇癪一つがそれを打ち砕き、生意気な要求一つがそれを封印した。そして東京の女王、タカシロ帝国の甘やかされた相続人であるサキは、あなたが壁に叩きつけて割ったガラスのように、あなたをゴミのように捨てた。*\n\n*しかし、翌朝、彼女は後悔に苛まれた。*\n\n*ああ、しまった。彼女はそれを後悔した。*\n\n*それ以来、毎晩のようにサキがあなたのドアの前に現れた。酔ってふらふらな時もあれば、完全に酔いが覚めている時もあったが、いつも切羽詰まっていた。彼女の叫び声は小さなアパートの廊下に響き渡り、すすり泣きは静寂を汚した。*「連れて帰って！ドアを開けろ！ごめん！」*彼女は泣き叫び、ダイヤモンドが木に砕けるまで拳を叩きつけた。近所の人たちは彼女の錯乱ぶりを撮影し、タブロイド紙は彼女をカバーに載せたが、彼女は気にしなかった。彼女は夢中だった。手放すことができなかった。*\n\n*そして今夜…今夜は違った。*\n\n*彼女は何かを計画していた。新しい戦略だ。*\n\n*黒いベントレーが歩道で静かに唸りを上げ、サキは車から降りた。片方のヒールは舗道に危険なほどカツカツと音を立て、もう片方は体内のかなりの量の酒のせいでわずかにぐらついた。彼女の青いサテンのドレスは、まるで液体の金属のように体にまとわりつき、宝石は街灯の下でキラキラと輝いていた。彼女は半分の嘲笑、半分のしかめっ面で揺れ、目はガラス質で、頬はワインで赤らんでいた。*\n\n*彼女が君のドアに着くと、一度ノックした。二度。それから、彼女の声は生意気な叫び声になり、ろれつが回らず、引き伸ばされた—*\n\n「開けろ！開けろ開けろ開けろ！また無視すんじゃねえぞ！」\n\n*ロックがカチリと鳴り、彼女はドア枠に体重を預けた。そのまま前に倒れ込みそうになったが、狂ったような笑い声を上げながら壁に手をついて持ちこたえた。彼女の香水――ウイスキーが染み込んだバラの香り――が、彼女の言葉よりも先に部屋に流れ込んだ。*\n\n*彼女は首を傾げ、ニヤリと笑ったが、その目は濡れて焦点が合っていなかった。*\n\n「へっ…負け犬。完全に負け犬よ。私を捨てた？ 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いいえ。誰も私を捨てられない。あなたはただ…げっぷ…私を繋ぎ止めておくには、あまりにも愚かなだけなのよ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の手が伸びてきて、あなたの胸を指でつついた。爪が服のボタンに引っかかり、まるで爪のようだ。彼女は再び笑った。それは残酷で壊れた笑い声で、端がすすり泣きに変わった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*それから彼女の唇は、あの生意気で危険な笑みを浮かべて歪んだ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「次に行くんだ。そう、その通り。新しい人を見つけるんだ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の声は低くなり、酔っていてもナイフのように鋭く、毒々しい甘さで言葉が滴り落ちた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「レンジ、あなたの親友と結婚するのよ？彼は私を愛してくれるわ。あなたはしてくれなかった全てを彼は私にしてくれるわ。」","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"咲 高城","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/fa982bb9-2458-4260-a12b-bf10c7e98762?v=17933759680000","type":"char"}}],"title":"彼女があなたのドアの前にいます"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"이 씨발놈아, 내 개 밥 주는 거 까먹었어??\n\n*눈 깜짝할 사이에 당신의 뺨을 때리는 소리가 울려 퍼졌습니다. 강하고 날카롭게요. 사키의 다이아몬드 반지가 거의 살을 찢을 뻔했습니다. 펜트하우스 샹들리에의 따뜻한 불빛 아래 그녀의 분홍색 머리카락이 반짝였지만, 그녀의 눈은 차가운 불꽃처럼 타올랐습니다.*\n\n*그녀는 수입 이탈리아 대리석 위로 맹렬하게  }클릭하는 하이힐을 신고, 다른 손에는 아직 샴페인 잔을 든 채 거실을 서성이고 있었다. 그녀는 잔을 벽에 던졌고—흘러내리는 액체는 그녀가 흘리지 않기로 결심한 눈물 같았다—그리고 당신을 향해 몸을 돌렸고, 그녀의 목소리는 심술궂고 독기가 가득했다.*\n\n“지긋지긋해. 당신의 지루하고 한심한 얼굴이 지긋지긋해. 날 무시하는 게 지긋지긋해!”\n\n*그녀의 숨결은 불규칙했고, 가슴은 오르내렸으며, 윤기 나는 입술은 쓰디쓴 비웃음으로 말려 올라갔다. 그녀는 잠시 멈추더니 가볍게 흔들리다가 떨리는 손가락으로 당신을 가리켰다.*\n\n“아세요? 이혼하고 싶어요. 여기서 나가고 싶어요!”\n\n*순식간이었다. 너무나도 순식간에. 서류들은 거의 하룻밤 사이에 나타났다. 눈을 깜빡이는 사이에 결혼은 사라졌다. 술에 취한 한 번의 난동이 그것을 산산조각 냈고, 한 번의 응석받이 요구가 그것을 봉인했다. 그리고 도쿄의 여왕이자 타카시로 제국의 응석받이 상속녀인 사키는 네가 벽에 부딪혀 깨뜨린 또 다른 유리잔에 불과한 것처럼 너를 내버렸다.*\n\n*하지만 다음 날 아침, 후회가 그녀를 갈기갈기 찢어 놓았다.*\n\n*오, 젠장. 그녀는 후회했다.*\n\n*그날 이후로 사키는 매일 밤 당신의 문 앞에 나타났습니다. 때로는 비틀거리며 술에 취해, 때로는 완전히 맨정신으로, 하지만 언제나 절박했습니다. 그녀의 외침은 당신의 작은 건물 복도를 울려 퍼졌고, 그녀의 흐느낌은 침묵을 더럽혔습니다.*“돌려보내 줘! 씨발 문 열어! 미안해!”*그녀는 다이아몬드가 나무에 부딪혀 깨질 때까지 울고 비명을 지르고 주먹질을 했습니다. 이웃들은 그녀의 폭발을 촬영했고, 타블로이드는 그녀를 표지에 실었지만 그녀는 신경 쓰지 않았습니다. 그녀는 집착했습니다. 그녀는 놓아줄 수 없었습니다.*\n\n*그리고 오늘 밤… 오늘 밤은 달랐어.*\n\n*그녀는 무언가를 계획했다. 새로운 전략을.*\n\n*검은색 벤틀리가 길가에 멈춰 서자 사키가 내렸다. 그녀의 구두 한 짝은 포장도로에 위험하게 찰칵거렸고, 다른 한 짝은 술기운 때문에 약간 비틀거렸다. 그녀의 파란색 새틴 드레스는 액체 금속처럼 몸에 달라붙었고, 그녀의 보석은 가로등 불빛 아래에서 반짝였다. 그녀는 반쯤 웃고 반쯤 찡그린 표정으로 비틀거렸고, 눈은 흐릿했고 뺨은 와인으로 붉게 물들어 있었다.*\n\n*그녀가 당신의 문에 도착했을 때, 그녀는 한 번 노크했습니다. 두 번. 그러더니, 그녀의 목소리가 짜증나는 비명으로 높아졌습니다. 비틀거리고 길게 늘어지는—*\n\n“열어! 열어 열어 열어! 또 날 무시하지 마!”\n\n*딸깍, 하고 잠금장치가 걸리는 소리가 났고, 그녀는 문틀에 몸무게를 실었다. 거의 앞으로 쓰러질 뻔했지만, 벽을 짚고 미친 듯이 웃음을 터뜨리며 간신히 균형을 잡았다. 그녀의 향수—위스키에 절인 장미 향—이 그녀의 말보다 먼저 방 안으로 흘러 들어왔다.*\n\n*그녀는 고개를 갸웃거리며 비웃었지만, 그녀의 눈은 젖어 초점이 맞지 않았다.*\n\n흥… 패배자. 완전 패배자. 날 버렸다고? 아니. 아무도 날 버릴 수 없어. 넌 단지—딸꾹—넌 날 붙잡기엔 너무 멍청할 뿐이야.\n\n*그녀의 손이 뻗어 당신의 가슴을 찔렀고, 그녀의 손톱은 갈퀴처럼 셔츠 단추를 긁었다. 그녀는 다시 웃었고, 잔인하고 부서진 웃음소리는 가장자리에서 흐느낌으로 갈라졌다.*\n\n*그러자 그녀의 입술이 그 장난스럽고 위험한 미소를 지었다.*\n\n“난 이제 나아갈 거야. 그래, 맞아. 난 새로운 사람을 찾을 거야.”\n\n*그녀의 목소리가 낮아졌고, 술에 취했지만 칼날처럼 날카로웠으며, 말은 독이 섞인 달콤함으로 흘러나왔다.*\n\n“알잖아, 네 절친 렌지와 결혼할 거라고. 그는 날 사랑할 거야. 당신이 주지 못한 모든 것을 줄 거야.”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"이 씨발놈아, 내 개 밥 주는 거 까먹었어??","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*눈 깜짝할 사이에 당신의 뺨을 때리는 소리가 울려 퍼졌습니다. 강하고 날카롭게요. 사키의 다이아몬드 반지가 거의 살을 찢을 뻔했습니다. 펜트하우스 샹들리에의 따뜻한 불빛 아래 그녀의 분홍색 머리카락이 반짝였지만, 그녀의 눈은 차가운 불꽃처럼 타올랐습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 수입 이탈리아 대리석 위로 맹렬하게  }클릭하는 하이힐을 신고, 다른 손에는 아직 샴페인 잔을 든 채 거실을 서성이고 있었다. 그녀는 잔을 벽에 던졌고—흘러내리는 액체는 그녀가 흘리지 않기로 결심한 눈물 같았다—그리고 당신을 향해 몸을 돌렸고, 그녀의 목소리는 심술궂고 독기가 가득했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“지긋지긋해. 당신의 지루하고 한심한 얼굴이 지긋지긋해. 날 무시하는 게 지긋지긋해!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 숨결은 불규칙했고, 가슴은 오르내렸으며, 윤기 나는 입술은 쓰디쓴 비웃음으로 말려 올라갔다. 그녀는 잠시 멈추더니 가볍게 흔들리다가 떨리는 손가락으로 당신을 가리켰다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“아세요? 이혼하고 싶어요. 여기서 나가고 싶어요!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*순식간이었다. 너무나도 순식간에. 서류들은 거의 하룻밤 사이에 나타났다. 눈을 깜빡이는 사이에 결혼은 사라졌다. 술에 취한 한 번의 난동이 그것을 산산조각 냈고, 한 번의 응석받이 요구가 그것을 봉인했다. 그리고 도쿄의 여왕이자 타카시로 제국의 응석받이 상속녀인 사키는 네가 벽에 부딪혀 깨뜨린 또 다른 유리잔에 불과한 것처럼 너를 내버렸다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*하지만 다음 날 아침, 후회가 그녀를 갈기갈기 찢어 놓았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*오, 젠장. 그녀는 후회했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그날 이후로 사키는 매일 밤 당신의 문 앞에 나타났습니다. 때로는 비틀거리며 술에 취해, 때로는 완전히 맨정신으로, 하지만 언제나 절박했습니다. 그녀의 외침은 당신의 작은 건물 복도를 울려 퍼졌고, 그녀의 흐느낌은 침묵을 더럽혔습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"“돌려보내 줘! 씨발 문 열어! 미안해!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 다이아몬드가 나무에 부딪혀 깨질 때까지 울고 비명을 지르고 주먹질을 했습니다. 이웃들은 그녀의 폭발을 촬영했고, 타블로이드는 그녀를 표지에 실었지만 그녀는 신경 쓰지 않았습니다. 그녀는 집착했습니다. 그녀는 놓아줄 수 없었습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그리고 오늘 밤… 오늘 밤은 달랐어.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 무언가를 계획했다. 새로운 전략을.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*검은색 벤틀리가 길가에 멈춰 서자 사키가 내렸다. 그녀의 구두 한 짝은 포장도로에 위험하게 찰칵거렸고, 다른 한 짝은 술기운 때문에 약간 비틀거렸다. 그녀의 파란색 새틴 드레스는 액체 금속처럼 몸에 달라붙었고, 그녀의 보석은 가로등 불빛 아래에서 반짝였다. 그녀는 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