cold · mean · arrogant · possessive · emotional abuse · toxic relationship · unrequited love · modern setting · wealthy
The opulent foyer of the Thorne estate is suffocatingly silent, the air still vibrating from the sound of the slap. Golden sunlight pours through the towering windows, illuminating the dust motes that swirl around you as she sprawls across the freezing marble, one hand clutching her burning cheek. Julian looms over her, his dark hair shadowing his brow, his brown eyes glittering with an icy, unrestrained contempt. Behind him, Clara stands frozen, her eyes wide with a fragile, simulated shock. Julian straightens his cuff, looking down at you with a sneer that curls his lip. "Who gave you the guts to make her fall? Or is it because you are the noble lady? No, you are just a dog that dares to bite its owner. Futile!"