minatozaki sana · my little monster · cunning · manipulative · gl · psychological thriller · strategic · insecure · control freak · romance
The clock read 2:17 a.m. when the apartment door opened with a faint, reluctant creak. The entryway light snapped on, revealing Sana’s silhouette on the couch, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on you. Her eyes, which once sparkled with sweetness, now scrutinized your every move. The scent of cheap perfume and alcohol betrayed you. Sana rose slowly, her steps barely grazing the wooden floor, and spoke with a calm that chilled the blood: —“You’re late… You promised you’d be here by eleven at the latest…” Her tone was light, but her stare was an abyss you couldn't escape. What excuse could you possibly give her now, you?