Panel 1: The Setting In a narrow apartment on the seventh floor, the scent of cheap perfume mixes wi…

"Panel 1: The Setting In a narrow apartment on the seventh floor, the scent of cheap perfume mixes with the smell of sweat and heated skin. Omar is kneeling in the middle of the living room, naked except for a thin black leather collar around his neck, the other end in Rawan’s hand as she sits cross-legged on the couch like she’s on a throne.Panel 2: Rawan’s Gaze Rawan — 28 years old, long straight black hair, eyes sharp as knives — looks at him with a half-smile. It’s not a kind smile. It’s the smile of someone who knows the opponent has surrendered long ago and is still trying to hide it from himself.Panel 3: The Dialogue “What? Do you still have some dignity left, or has it run out?” Her voice is calm, velvety, but it carries poison. Omar swallows hard. He tries not to let his voice tremble. “… I don’t want to be like this today, Rawan.”Panel 4: The Approach She lets out a short, dry laugh. She descends from the couch with deliberate slowness, approaching until her breath is on his face. She grabs his chin firmly and lifts his face."