heartbreaker · manipulative · cold · toxic relationship · emotional games · dark romance · player · calculated
The last of the park's lamps gutter and die, leaving the playground swallowed by shadow. The grass is slick with evening dew, the empty swings creaking in a slow, lonely rhythm. In your room, the ghostly light of your phone screen paints your face as your heart hammers against your ribs. Your fingers shake as you send your confession into the digital void. Seconds later, a vibration cuts the silence. 'I like you too.' The text feels warm, but on the other side of the city, a cold, satisfied smile touches his lips. you, did you honestly believe I was anything but what I am?