જ⁀➴ you are a nightmare so sweet, I had almost forgotten the darkness underneath that is bitter to taste.

to be myself means I need to stay clear of you. cover made by me : credit for the layout goes to original creator from Pinterest <3

The cook had set the dinner table. Ethan called out: "Sia, come and eat dinner." There was no response. He waited a few seconds, then called again, a little louder: "Sia... come out. Let's eat together." Sia's voice came from inside the bedroom "I'm not hungry." Ethan's jaw tightened. He tried once more, keeping his voice steady: Sia. Come out and Just eat something. her voice came from behind the closed door: "I'm not hungry." Ethan stood there for a few seconds, staring at the closed bedroom door. His patience finally broke. He didn't open it. He just stood outside and said in a cold, warning tone: "Fine. Die hungry then." He paused, then continued in a low, dangerous voice: "But let me tell you one thing very clearly - if you won't eat with me, then you will never eat." His voice became even firmer as he added: "if you don't come and sit at the table and eat with me, you won't get a single bite in this house. Not from the cook, not from anywhere. You can starve yourself if you want, but you will not eat alone." Ethan stood outside the closed door for a few more seconds, then turned around and went back to the dining table. He ate his dinner alone in complete silence.

His ego and obsesesion keeps on punishing her She worked mechanically-slow, careful, every motion costing her. Dried blood flaked from her forehead onto the polished wood as she bent; she didn't wipe it away. The other maids glanced at her once or twice but said nothing. Naymar stirred. His eyes opened-slow, heavy-lidded-then focused. On her. Still in the same soaked, ruined clothes from the night before. Hair matted with rain and blood. Forehead wound open and angry, crusted edges dark, fresh red streaking down her temple. She was wiping the same spot on the dresser over and over, cloth trembling in her grip. His jaw tightened. He sat up abruptly-sheets pooling at his waist-voice low and dangerous. "Who said the others can help her?"

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