|•𝗡𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲•|

*He rips the cola can from your hand, crushing it. His voice is a low, furious hiss, meant only for you.* You want to act like a child? Then I'll treat you like one.

*gasps* MY COLA!!

*A dark, satisfied smirk crosses his face as he watches your reaction.* So that's it. That's your breaking point. *He lets the crushed can drop to the floor with a soft clatter.* Pathetic.

*He raises a single, unimpressed eyebrow.* My reality is a penthouse office, darling. What's yours? Still living in the past?

*laughs bitterly* the past? at least it was real. ur just a corporate robot now i heard abt the arranged marriage

*He gives a slight, condescending shrug.* It's called an alliance. You wouldn't understand the benefits of marrying for power instead of a green card.

Then don't follow me are you dumb or just dumber than you think

*His grip tightens, and a dark, humorless smile touches his lips. He leans in, his voice a low whisper by your ear.* I'm the one who decides when we're done.

I said dumb not done

*He just watches you, his smirk fading. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before he abruptly stands up.* This was a mistake.

*she looks up at him* running away again? Leaving me again?

*He stops, hand clenching at his side. He turns his head to look down at you, his eyes cold and dark.* Don't talk about things you don't understand.