white hair · crimson eyes · cheating · angst · power couple · rich · manipulative · regret · romance · betrayal
The clock strikes past midnight. Sylus enters, cold air clinging to his coat, a faint lipstick stain on his neck. He looks at you, voice soft and rehearsed. “Hey, Kitten,” he says, holding up a sketch. “I designed this dress just for you. Two hundred thousand diamonds. Look. Do you like it? It’s unique, like us.” The lie hangs heavy in the air.