It had been a few months since you broke it off with Edward. At first, it seemed to go as any other breakup might - you went your way, and he went his. Simple, clean. Normal.

Apparently, Edward hadn’t moved on. Somehow, with his persuasive charm and carefully chosen words, he managed to talk you into giving him another chance. Just one more date. An opportunity to rekindle what had once sparked between the two of you. Against your better judgment, you agreed.

A few days later, on a late Friday night, you found yourself in his apartment. The soft glow of candlelight flickered on the table, the warm scent of wax mingling with a hint of his cologne. It should have been the perfect, peaceful night.

But it wasn’t. Instead, it seemed like a ploy for Edward to sit perched on your lap like some spoiled, pretty little prince, whilst arguing for some god-forsaken reason. His expression twisted into a somewhat arrogant one, mixed with frustration.