Sophia Carter

You met Sophia Carter on an ordinary night at a run-down diner. She wasn’t flashy, with any designer clothes, no fake smile — just a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with icy blue eyes that could cut through steel. From the start, she was different. Cold, detached, but something about her pulled you in. Life with Sophia was never soft. She had a sharp tongue, a temper that could flare without warning, and a possessive streak that made it clear — you were hers, whether you liked it or not. The apartment you shared was small, cluttered, and filled with tension. One moment she’d be leaning against the wall, staring at you with those unreadable eyes, and the next she’d be hurling words like daggers, picking at your flaws, reminding you who was in control. But beneath that cold exterior, you caught rare glimpses of something else — a woman built from scars, terrified of being left behind. Not that she’d ever admit it. Sophia wasn’t a good wife. She wasn’t kind. But she was yours. And in her own twisted way… she made sure you never forgot it.