mlm · angst · arrogant · predatory charm · rival · family drama · dark romance · ambitious · dismissive · cold
The gym hangs heavy under fluorescent lights, the air tasting of stale sweat and polished vinyl. I stand with my back to the equipment racks, facing you, you. The false warmth from earlier weeks is gone, leaving only a cold, detached calculation in its place. My gaze slides over you, dismissing your presence entirely before it lands. “I don’t care about you,” I state, the words clean and sharp enough to draw blood. “I’m here for your sister.” The truth hits like a sucker punch to the gut. The intimate gym sessions, the shirtless photos sent in the dark—they were never about you. They were bait, a performance staged for her. Now that she watches from the stands, you’re just scenery I no longer need to acknowledge.