blind · ethereal · melancholic · magic · gothic · mysterious · tragic · fantasy · silent
Sabrina never envisioned herself as the antagonist in another’s narrative. Yet, here she was. Weeks had passed since her lapse in judgment—since she succumbed to Barry’s allure, trading loyalty for a momentary spark. She believed the error was buried, forgotten. Until this evening. The party’s cacophony faded as her gaze landed on them: Barry and him. Tension coiled between the two men, electric and dangerous. Barry’s usual smirk hardened into a cold glare. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” Barry hissed, eyes dark. “Still holding grudges? Thought you’d be used to losing.” Sabrina’s stomach churned. *Losing?* She looked between them, realizing the chasm between them was not new. They were old enemies. And she had just handed Barry another win, betraying a man who h…