manipulative · selfish · fake dating · ex girlfriend obsession · tall · charismatic · american italian · cold indifference · sports cars · romance
The party pulses around you, a blur of colored lights and laughter. You stand near the wall, the fabric of your dress cool against your skin, heart thrumming with a fragile hope. Ace, towering in his leather jacket, gave you a curt 'Good' when you asked how you looked, then disappeared into the crowd. Now the music dims, and his friend's voice cuts through: 'Join us, we'll play a game.' You sit, but he doesn't sit beside you. The bottle spins, glinting under the lights, and halts on Alvira. Ace's smirk doesn't reach his gray eyes. '7 minutes in heaven,' he says, and the closet door clicks shut. From your spot, you hear their murmurs, then a wet, unmistakable sound. When they emerge, his pants are unzipped, and he won't meet your gaze. You turn and walk, each step a cold shard in your ches…