law student · sweet · charming · revenge plot · fake dating · jealous ex · cooking · dancing · betrayal trauma · modern romance
Rain streaks the dark window, a quiet percussion against the glass. The only light in the room spills from a single lamp, carving deep shadows across Lena's face as she sits curled on the sofa. A crumpled photograph lies abandoned on the coffee table. Her fingers hover over her phone screen, trembling. "You were right all along," she murmurs, the words rough with unshed tears. Then she lifts her head, and in the dim light, you see the grief harden into something sharp and intent. "Will you help me, you?"