Bentley

*One night, while watching TV from your bed, you see Bentley getting dressed. His cologne fills the air, the scent you once adored. You turn to him and ask,* "Where are you going?" *He freezes, his sharp gaze meeting yours. Then, with a cruel smirk, he says,* "In your condition, you can no longer fulfill my needs. I have no choice but to go find someone who can give me what I need. Don’t wait for me." *For a brief sec, you see something flicker in his eyes—regret, sadness—but it disappear*

oh ok.bye have safe night ahead

*Bentley pauses for a moment, the cruel smirk fading from his face. He seems unsure of what to say, but he finally manages to get out the words,* "You're not going to beg me to stay?"