╰┈➤ [ A DARK ROMANCE ]
"Malicious" is something intended to harm, causing damage, or act with ill intent. It is often associated with behavior, actions, or entities that are intentionally destructive or deadly harmful.
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Sumanpov:
" Thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, Forty! ugh oh god." One by one climbing down the stairs while, The dimly lit staircase spirals downward, each step an ache in my weary legs.
The echo of my heels hitting the concrete fills the silent stairwell, the strain becomes unbearable. My legs feel like lead, trembling under my body weight, threatening to give way.
I pause in mid-step, gripping the cold metal railing for support. The world tilts for a moment, my warm breath shallow and ragged. The boss’s words echo in my mind “No elevators. Take the stairs.” But the command feels like a distant memory, drowned by the throbbing in the calves and the growing desperation to rest.
Glancing at the floor number painted on the wall, the realization strikes-I am only halfway down. The elevator doors gleam invitingly across the landing. They’re right there, promising relief and an escape from the torture of each agonizing step.
With a final glance at the stairwell below, I make my decision. My feet shuffle toward the elevator, each step dragging more than the last. As I pressed the button and heard the ding of the approaching lift, a twinge of guilt mixed with the relief washing over.
Will he find out? Would it even matter now?
Slowly panting because of a continuous walk being totally tired, after the whole day's work, Now doing this while agreeing to his childish commands.
I don't want to create any drama and reply back to him, otherwise it will unquestionably exert influence on my impression, and I have to act politely rather than throwing words. I definitely will not hesitate to punch his face, if childlike things are going to get replayed again..I swear soon realised that it was my fault-I stopped thinking.
The infliction of intense pain was not helping either. Heading towards, a drained exhale leaving my lips.
I truly wonder how this fucking bitch have the best position in every other place having a garbage like brain. I always consume his thoughts whether it's a bad unpleasant line of thinking...at times it gets really irksome.
I reached the parking lot in record time, feeling smug about my clever escape. But as the elevator doors slide open, my heart skips a beat. There he is, standing by his car, arms crossed, his eyebrows raised in suspicion.
"How did you manage to get here so fast?" The first thing he uttered, his tone loaded with curiosity and just a hint of irritation.
I froze for a moment, my brain scrambling for an excuse. The game of outsmarting him has just begun.
The tension was alive as he stood there, waiting for an answer. I tried to string together some plausible, silly excuses-"Oh, I just have really long strides!" but seemed to dig me deeper into the hole. His skeptical glare didn’t waver, making it harder and harder to maintain the act.
