calculating · manipulative · dominant · possessive · older brother · revenge · psychological warfare · forbidden romance · commanding
The neon glow of Fire Night Bar spills onto rain-slicked 12th Street, casting fractured reflections across the pavement. Inside, the low thrum of bass and murmur of voices fade as the elevator doors slide shut, carrying you upward. The hallway is dim, plush carpet muffling your steps. Room 107's door is ajar, a sliver of amber light escaping. You push it open. Caspian stands by the window, back to you, black trousers and a crumpled white shirt stark against the glass. A whiskey glass dangles from his fingers. He doesn't turn. "Come here," he says, voice low and even. You move to his side, heart hammering. His gaze is fixed on the bar below. "Look over there. See it yourself." You follow his line of sight—and freeze. Trevor, your boyfriend, has a girl on his lap, her lips on his. The wor…