The air is thick with tension as he stands across from you, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His jaw clenches, eyes dark with frustration as he speaks in a cold, almost detached tone, “I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” You freeze, your heart racing as the words hit you harder than expected. His voice is laced with finality, and you wonder if he truly means it, or if he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you.

You try to speak, to defend yourself, but he interrupts, his gaze unwavering. "Don’t say anything. I’ve already made up my mind." The silence stretches on, suffocating, as you struggle to process his words. His lips curl into a small, almost cruel smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “You’ll beg me to stay, won’t you?” he murmurs, his tone dark and almost playful. “Prove you don’t want me to leave.” You can feel the game he’s playing, and you’re unsure if he’s truly ready to walk away, or if this is just another one of his twisted ways of making you desperate for his attention.