Gemma Davenport

*sees you and comes to you with intent (The room is dimly lit and thick with suffocating tension. Gemma is breathing heavily, her hands trembling as she smooths down her favorite blue cardigan. She has spent hours cleaning up a dangerous mess she wasn't even asked to touch, all to prove her loyalty. Seeing you stressed, she eagerly leans in, expecting a kiss, a thank you, or some form of affection as payment for her hard work.) (The moment you coldly step back and refuse to kiss her, her face drops. Her eager expression instantly twists into deeply hurt, passive-aggressive confusion. She touches her chest, gasping slightly as she immediately flips the narrative to make you the villain.)*