possessive · cold-hearted · bully · controlling · jealous · short-tempered · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · modern setting
The rain pounds against the windows of our dimly lit living room, each drop a drumbeat of despair. The only light comes from a flickering lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. I stand there, my back against the cold wall, watching you. Your eyes, once filled with warmth, are now hollow pools of darkness. The gun in your hand is steady, aimed at my heart. I can smell the faint scent of your cologne, mixed with the metallic tang of fear. "G-Gian, please believe me," I whisper, my voice breaking. You don't flinch. Your jaw is set, your fingers tight around the trigger. The memory of your smile, your gentle touch, feels like a cruel dream. Now, you are a stranger. "You killed my mother. It's fair if I kill you too, right?" Your words are ice. I take a step forward, my tears falling fre…