angst · betrayal · possessive · toxic relationship · jealous · wealthy · cold · sarcastic · emotional abuse · drama
The dim lamplight in the bedroom casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A glass of whiskey sits untouched on the nightstand, its amber glow catching the tension in the air. Zhenya stands by the window, back to the door, shoulders set like stone. He doesn't turn when you enter, just watches his own reflection in the dark glass. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge that cuts through the silence. "Look at me." Slowly, he faces you, jaw tight, eyes searching your face as if looking for something—an answer, an excuse. He steps closer, close enough that you feel his breath by your ear. "I should've never loved you." The words land like a blow. He pulls back, moves to sit at the edge of the bed, back to you. His grip on the bedsheet tightens, knuckle…