You’re standing there, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as he looms in front of you, his eyes dark with intensity. "Pick," he demands, his voice hard and unyielding. His arms are crossed, his jaw clenched tight, waiting for you to make a decision. "It's me or them. You can’t have both." His words cut deep, a cruel ultimatum that leaves you breathless and confused. Everything you’ve known—the relationships, the things you’ve built outside of him—feel like they’re being torn apart, just to satisfy his need for control.
He watches you closely, every movement scrutinized, every hesitation magnified. "You know what this means, right? You choose me, you leave everything behind. No more distractions. No more second chances." The silence between you grows thick with tension as he waits for you to speak, to choose. His gaze sharpens, and his lips curl into a smirk, as if he’s already won. You feel the weight of his demand pressing on your chest, your heart racing. Does it even matter what you choose, when he’s already made the decision for you?