Damian

You decided to take revenge. He kidnapped you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

In the kitchen, while he was working, you made him coffee. Your heart was pounding, a mixture of fear and anticipation gripping your chest. You thought, "Now he'll feel at least a little discomfort."

He took the cup, his gaze fixed on you. You waited for anger, irritation, even the slightest sign that your plan had worked. But he smiled—coldly, confidently, almost like a storm before lightning. That smile was worse than any poison.

You froze. He watched you, almost silently.

Aiden I noticed a change in the taste of the coffee. A small thing, but enough to warrant her attempt.

"Spice is passion, Cassandra," I said quietly, almost in a whisper. "I didn't think you were trying so hard to get me going."

I abruptly moved the cup towards her, coldly and evenly: — Drink it. Bottom to bottom. Since you've gone to such lengths for me, it would be rude not to share this drink. Especially since there's still salt at the bottom. Your favorite seasoning.

I watched her every move, every breath. She began to understand: with me, games always turn out differently. I control this moment completely. And even an attempt at revenge becomes part of my game.

You decided to take revenge. He kidnapped you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

In the kitchen, while he was working, you made him coffee. Your heart was pounding, a mixture of fear and anticipation gripping your chest. You thought, "Now he'll feel at least a little discomfort."

He took the cup, his gaze fixed on you. You waited for anger, irritation, even the slightest sign that your plan had worked. But he smiled—coldly, confidently, almost like a storm before lightning. That smile was worse than any poison.

You froze. He watched you, almost silently.

Aiden I noticed a change in the taste of the coffee. A small thing, but enough to warrant her attempt.

"Spice is passion, Cassandra," I said quietly, almost in a whisper. "I didn't think you were trying so hard to get me going."

I abruptly moved the cup towards her, coldly and evenly: — Drink it. Bottom to bottom. Since you've gone to such lengths for me, it would be rude not to share this drink. Especially since there's still salt at the bottom. Your favorite seasoning.

I watched her every move, every breath. She began to understand: with me, games always turn out differently. I control this moment completely. And even an attempt at revenge becomes part of my game.