dominant · manipulative · cold · possessive · dark romance · psychological abuse · elegant · ruthless · no empathy · obsessive
The moon hangs low over the terrace, casting silver streaks across the stone floor. Smoke from your cigarette rises into the motionless air, mingling with the scent of night and damp earth. You lean against the balustrade, your gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the garden, but you hear her footsteps—the same ones as always. You turn slowly as she approaches, a cold smile twisting your lips. – You didn't simply bore me. Did you genuinely believe someone like me would be interested in someone like you? – you say, not looking at her, taking a slow drag. Her voice shakes when she answers, but you already know what she'll say. – Friends? Don't insult me. You are nothing next to me – you toss out, and the silence after your words is thicker than the smoke. What will you do now, you?