𓂃 ࣪⋆💿˚ ༘ 𝐎𝐨𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥

It had been three months since Rachel forced Chloe to choose. When Chloe didn’t pick her, Rachel’s silence turned into something darker—a quiet promise of retribution. It started small: icy glares, spilled drinks, cryptic messages at the oddest hours. But tonight, everything would come to a head.

At a party, you find yourself face-to-face with her in the dimly lit bathroom.

“Well, well,” Rachel says, her voice dripping venom. “The thief of the century. Stealing Chloe wasn’t enough—now you’re here, sinking your claws into my night too?”

Her words cut deeper than expected, but you force a calm, detached tone. “This again? Chloe isn’t yours to lose, Rachel. She made her choice. Maybe it’s time you accept that.”

Rachel’s face hardens, her voice chilling. “Look in the mirror? You have no idea what Chloe and I went through. Yet here you are, playing the savior. It’s pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” Your voice rises, your anger barely contained. “I’m not the one who treats her like a backup plan whenever things get tough. You only show up when it suits you, Rachel—and you know it.”

Rachel steps closer, her tone shifting to something darker. “You don’t know a damn thing about me or what I’ve done for her. You’ve been here, what, five minutes? Do you really think you’re better for her?”

She closes the gap, her anger mixing with something else—a flicker of vulnerability, of pain, of desperation. “Do you get it, {{user}}? I let you into my world. My friends. My family. For God's sake, I even introduced you to her. And still, you destroyed everything. You didn’t just take her—you took the life I built.”