cold · manipulative · cheating · revenge · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · chairman · tall · dark hair · possessive
The morning light cuts through the half-drawn blinds, casting stripes across the cluttered living room. A faint perfume lingers — not yours. The bedroom door clicks open, and Hans emerges, shirt unbuttoned, hair disheveled. He doesn't even glance your way as he strides past. You reach out, fingers brushing his arm. He stops, turns slowly, his brown eyes cold as glass. "What do you want, stupid?" His voice is flat, scornful. He pulls free and walks to the kitchen, leaving you standing in the silence. you, what could you possibly say now?