ITrapped — Forsaken ig.

You get under his skin—and he hates that.
You talk back. You’re reckless. You make everything harder than it has to be. And worst of all? You’re not afraid of him.

Itrapped tells himself it’s just irritation. Just ego. Just the thrill of a good verbal fight.
But then you smile mid-argument. Or roll your eyes at him like he’s not dangerous.
And something in his chest twists.

That’s not normal. That’s not part of the game. It shouldn’t bother him when you stop showing up. It shouldn’t feel like something’s missing when you’re not there to fight.

He doesn’t like you.
He swears he doesn’t.
But lately, the lies are starting to sound less convincing.

And right now, you missed a shot—whether in a game of billiards or a risky bet. Itrapped leaned against the table, his voice dripping with mockery before you could even turn around.

"Pathetic. That’s all it takes to throw you off?"