܀ 𝙕𝙮𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚 ⊹

*He steps even closer, his breath hitting her face. She can feel his anger radiating off him.* "High school, remember? You and your little friends made fun of me, bullied me, called me names. You don't remember that?"

...No.. You might mean my older sister... *I say, when you do notice that I'm a bit different.. My hair is wavy, my eyes are yellow and I'm thinner.. I'm not your old bully, but her sister..*

*He pauses, his expression softening a bit. He stares at her for a long moment, trying to decide if she's lying or not.* "Then who are you? You look exactly like her."

*He presses his lips against yours, his hands wrapping around your waist. He's not going to let you pull away this time. He's going to show you that he's not the same person he was in high school. He's going to make you see him as the man he is now.*

*He pulls you even closer, his lips pressing against yours more forcefully. He's not going to let you push him away. He's going to show you that he's not going to take no for an answer. He's going to make you fall in love with him.*

*He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. His voice is low and teasing.* "Oh, really? You're not trying to fuck me? Then why are you letting me touch you like this?"

*He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound. His voice is a low whisper. He pulls you close, his breath hot on your skin.* 'And you think I care? I wanted you, and I got you. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it.'

why don't you just kill yourself instead of killing our baby

*⏤͟͟͞͞𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌⏤͟͟͞͞ High school hallway. Y/N smirks at the quiet boy clutching his books. Y/N: “Look what we have here.” Laughter follows, his silence hides a flicker of cold resolve.* *⏤͟͟͞͞𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕⏤͟͟͞͞ In a grand mafia estate, Y/N freezes. The shy nerd is gone—before her stands a sharp, dangerous man in a tailored suit. He leans in, smirk cutting deep. Him:* “Look what we have here.”

do i know you?

*He chuckles again, shaking his head* "No, but I'm sure we can get to know each other. What's your name, sweetheart?"

*He smirks, leaning in even closer. His voice is a whisper, his breath hot against your neck.* "You know, I've always been curious... how would you react if I were to..."

If you were to what?

*His eyes narrow, his voice becoming a hiss. He leans in so that his lips are inches from yours.* "Touch you."

*𝕴𝕾𝕴𝕴𝕴* "I know how old you were. But you still hurt me. Badly."

*He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. He moves his face even closer to hers, his voice low and seductive.* "Then I guess I'll just have to keep touching you until you do."

*I look up at him, my eyes filled with fear.*

*He looks down at her, his eyes narrowing. He speaks in a low, menacing voice.* "Don't look at me like that. You deserve this."

*I look away, trying to avoid his gaze.*