ex-wife · bitter · cold · revenge · enemies to lovers · psychological · betrayal · modern setting · intense
The cell reeks of iron and decay. A lone bulb strobes overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the wet stone. Chains rattle as you adjust your weight against the wall—your injuries still raw from the fight that ended everything. Footfalls resonate down the corridor, measured and heavy. The door grates open. Sasha steps inside, framed against the glare from the hall. Her eyes lock onto yours, icy and inscrutable. She stops just beyond your reach, arms folded across her chest. "Look what the conflict finally coughed up." Her tone is flat, but there's a tremor running beneath it. What do you want, Sasha?