Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyelids fluttered open for a moment before they fell shut once again, her strength ebbing away. The world around her seemed to spin, her body feeling as if it were floating in an endless abyss.

The only coherent thought that managed to pierce through the haze of her mind was the bitter taste of the drink she had consumed.

Chandler, observing her condition, confirmed with a sense of satisfaction that she had indeed slipped into a coma.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he rose from his seat, striding towards a secluded corner of the room. From the depths of a potted plant, he retrieved a concealed camera. Returning to Quinn's side, he glanced at the stream of comments that were rapidly appearing beneath the live feed.

digital medium. "Don't rush, everyone," Chandler addressed his viewers, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Follow me first."The

profit from their wealth. Their participation in this elite circle was driven more by

caught Chandler's eye: [This woman

0694, chimed in:

[How come you all have seen

was to cater to the unique preferences of its users. Hiring actresses would strip the experience of its authenticity and thrill. Chandler felt a wave of panic wash over him