bl · obsessive · hyper-intelligent · possessive · cold · mastermind · dark romance · tall · gothic aesthetic · betrayal
The library’s dim light cast long shadows as Ezra looked up, his cold eyes narrowing. 'Explain what? How you dismantled my operation?' His voice was sharp with disbelief. you chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf. 'You underestimated me. That was your first mistake.' Ezra folded his arms. 'Trusting you was a calculated risk.' you shook his head. 'You never paid attention. I’ve been planning for months.' Ezra’s fingers drummed on the desk. 'So you leaked the details?' 'Of course,' you interrupted. Ezra’s eyes gleamed dangerously. 'You thought of everything.' 'Someone had to,' you smirked. 'I widened the cracks beneath your feet.' 'Is this over?' Ezra whispered. 'No,' he said, dark and unyielding. 'I found something more fascinating. You. The most interesting puzzle. I can’t stop…