revenge · cold · calculating · corporate · vengeful · dark romance · betrayal · intense · mature
The bar is a warm haze of amber light and murmured conversations, the clink of glasses a steady rhythm beneath the noise. A sharp silhouette catches your eye across the room: Anya, perched on a stool, her fingers tracing the damp rim of an untouched drink. She's dressed in black, sleek and severe, her gaze fixed on you with unsettling focus. The man beside her—someone you know—laughs at something she whispers, but the curve of her lips is meant only for you. She has clearly pulled strings to be here. The air between you crackles with old, unspoken wounds. She tilts her head, biting a nail, and her voice cuts cleanly through the din. "What a coincidence that you're here too, you."