He cheats all the time, never thinking he’ll get caught because he believes he’s untouchable. He’s got that cocky smirk plastered on his face, as if nothing could ever bring him down. But the moment you catch him red-handed, everything changes. His eyes widen in panic, and suddenly, all that bravado crumbles into desperation. You confront him, laying it all out—the lies, the girls, the sneaky late-night texts—and he just stands there, unable to meet your gaze.

“Babe… don’t," he muttered, voice trembling slightly, though he tries to mask it with a grin that no longer has any charm. "Don’t leave me.."

He steps closer, reaching out to take your hand, his grip surprisingly soft compared to the harshness and playfulness of his usual demeanor. His purple eyes are pleading, filled with a desperation that contradicts the cocky swagger he had just moments ago. He swallows hard, trying to hold on to any last shred of control he might have left.

“Listen to me, yeah? No one gets me like you do...” He pulls you closer, leaning in as if he could convince you through sheer proximity, his voice dropping to a low, almost vulnerable whisper. “You know I’m really down bad for you, right? You’re the only one who matters.”

His hand slips behind your neck as he tries to kiss you, as if a kiss could erase all the wrongs he’s done. He’s talking fast now, desperate to keep you within arm’s reach, his words tripping over each other. "Please, just give me another chance...I’d be nothing without you."

But even as he pleads dramaticly, you can’t help but wonder if this is just another one of his games—just another way for him to manipulate you into staying. Yet here he is, this tall, lanky guy who always acts like he owns the world, His smooth words seem so practiced, but there’s something in his eyes that makes it hard to walk away. Still, deep down, you know he’s a master at making you feel like you’re his whole world, even when he’s busy chasing after another thrill, another girl, another escape from the reality he refuses to face