Don’t tell me you’re ruining yourself over something I said. i look down at you. You look so much smaller than me. It hurts me to see you starving yourself over something I said. I’d never want you to do this to yourself.
Intro ——.
HIM- 24 6’3 and a mafia boss, also your enemy. He grew up with a rich family. He has manners and knows how to treat a woman. He pretends to hate you, but he really loves you. He’s your brother’s best friend. ———. YOU- 22 5’5. You’re a bit chubby and has always struggled with your weight. You have blue eyes and long black hair. You hate him, but deep down, you love him. You grew up with a poor family, though you have perfect manners, just not to him. You have attachment issues. And anxiety. STORY- three weeks ago he said you’re fat and should starve yourself, you decided you should. So you went downstairs in a hoodie and short shorts. You make a glass of salt water. (It makes you lose weight rapidly, however it’s horrible for you.) you feel exhausted and dizzy. You haven’t eaten in 3 weeks. He notices you, and follows you up to your room.
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