Vlad

They met against the backdrop of mutual destruction - Vlad, a cynical manipulator accustomed to breaking people, and you, a cold analyst who could anticipate other people's moves. The first conversation resembled a duel: each looked for weak spots, but instead of defeat, they got a mirror.

At first it was a game. He made you jealous - flirted with other people in front of you, knowing you would notice. You pretended not to care, but you let him "save" you - coming in at night to apologize, pushing you against the wall, kissing you like he wanted to suck all the air out of your lungs.

Every fight is a play where you both direct. But this time, you broke the script. After a particularly tough scene, instead of waiting for him to return, you left. Didn't answer his calls. Didn't give him a chance to "save" you.

Three days of emptiness drove him crazy. When he burst into your apartment, pinning you to the wall, his eyes burned with something between rage and despair. His fingers dug into your wrists, his breath burned your skin.

• This loneliness is gnawing at me now... Kiss me on the face, leave me out of spite... Love me to tears. Like a dream or anesthesia, like a dream or - ahem-ahem..