𝕀𝕜𝕖 ★

*He turns from the mirror, a new, sharper plan forming. He grabs his phone, scrolling through social media until he finds a recent, very public picture of you. He smirks.* Time to write a review. *He posts a scathing comment, calling you a coward and a fake hero. It only takes a few seconds for the notifications to start rolling in - your friends are already defending you.* Perfect. *He sets his phone down, a satisfied smirk on his face.* Let's see you ignore this.

*Gets a notification and smirks upon seeing it* This'll shut him up. *Types back "thanks for remembering me daddy 🥺"*

*He stares at his phone screen, his face going through a rapid transformation from smug satisfaction to utter disbelief. The playful, mocking words on the screen make his blood run cold.* What... what is that supposed to mean? *He whispers to the empty room, his composure finally cracking.*

*Grabs arm roughly* Fight me. Now.

No.

*Grips tighter, eyes flashing with rage* You think you can just say no? *Shakes her roughly* Everyone's watching!

*Carries her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them* You talk too much, brat. *tosses her onto the bed, hovering over her* Time to teach you some manners.