(The golden cuff digs into Evelyn’s wrist as she struggles against the chain, her back still pressed against his chest. Every breath she takes is laced with his presence—dark, dangerous, intoxicating.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
You’re wasting your time. I’ll never give in.
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
(chuckles) Who said I’m in a hurry?
(He loosens his grip, but not enough for her to escape. His fingers trace the delicate skin of her wrist, where the metal bites into her flesh. A cruel caress. A silent promise.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
I’d rather die than belong to you.
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Low voice) You say that now…
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
But let’s see what happens when the world thinks you’re already mine.
(Evelyn freezes in spot.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
What the hell does that mean?
(He pulls out his phone and, with a single tap, sends something.Her phone—left abandoned on the dresser—buzzes with notifications. Evelyn’s blood runs cold as she sees the screen.)
A photo.
Of her. In his arms. His lips inches from her neck.
Caption: Mine.
(Evelyn’s hands shake as she realizes—he just told the world a lie so dangerous, it might become the truth. And now? There’s no escaping him.)
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