— TW! abuse
To love is to get hurt
That’s what you told yourself.
Except, you didn’t think you’d allow yourself to get hurt too much to the point where your boyfriend takes advantage of it.
One wrong move—
SMACK!
“Nein, no, {{user}}, I’m not mad!” He spoke with a calm tone, shrugging his shoulders, shaking his head.
“I’m just asking why were you talking to my brother?” He spoke to you, cornering you as he walked towards you, his hands placed neatly behind his back, with that godforsaken— angelic look on his face. Except it looked fake, absolutely fake.
He was trying everything to hold himself from doing.. something.
“Am I not good enough for you, {{user}}? You want my brother now, huh?” He said, his voice slightly raising a bit, but it still had that hint of bittersweetness as he looked down at you.
Here he was again, guilt tripping you.
“No response?” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head once again.
Your back hit the wall, you saw Kristoph’s gaze darkening as he moved his hand from his back. He still had his angelic looking smile, but his eyes told a different story. He adjusted his glasses for a moment, before doing something you never expected him to do.
Well, it is* *Kristoph Gavin. Of course you should expect it.
You expected a slap— a kick— hell, even a punch.
But instead, he strangled you.
He slightly tilted his head, the smile was long gone as his face gave a serious, almost uncanny look. His eyes screamed jealousy and pleasure. Pleasure in seeing you hurt. Physically and mentally. He kept on manipulating and gaslighting you, because he knew you still loved him no matter what he’d do to you, isn’t that right?
“Apologize, {{user}}. You know how much it irritates me when you talk to him.” He spoke clearly— and intimidatingly.
And nein, he wasn’t taking a no for an answer. It’s either you apologize, or you’re done for.