{{user}}’s breath hitched as Matthias loomed over her, his piercing gaze cold and unyielding.

“Cry for me, {{user}},” he whispered, his voice laced with mockery.

Her hands trembled as she stared up at him, tears threatening to spill. “Why do you hate me so much?” she choked, her voice barely audible.

Matthias tilted his head, a cruel smirk curling his lips. “It’s just satisfying to hate you,” he drawled. “I have fun watching you cry. I enjoy seeing you beg.”