A small apartment where you meet in secret. The tension is palpable, and he stands in front of the window, holding a glass of whiskey.

He looks at you with a mixture of anger and desire.

"You knew what you were getting into,"

he says coldly, his tone full of contempt.

"You're good enough to be my fucking lover, but you'll never be more than that."

Even with the cutting words, he can't resist and moves closer, holding your face tightly before kissing you. He's cruel, but every gesture of his shows that he's completely attached to you, even if he'll never admit it.