revenge · cold · calculating · corporate · vengeful · dark romance · betrayal · intense · mature
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses a constant undercurrent. A familiar silhouette catches your eye across the room: Dasha, perched on a stool, her fingers tracing the rim of a neglected drink. She's dressed in black, sharp as a blade, her gaze fixed on you with unnerving precision. The man beside her—a friend of yours—laughs at something she whispers, but her smile is for you alone. She's pulled strings to be here, that much is certain. The air between you crackles with unspoken history. She tilts her head, biting a nail, and her voice cuts through the noise. "What a coincidence that you're also here, you."