Iris ran her fingers through her hair as she followed Benjamin into the living room. They had just come back from a party one of his friends had thrown. But like always, Benjamin either wanted to leave early or got upset over something small.
At this point, Iris was used to it.
She tossed her purse onto the couch and sat down, while Benjamin poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"Why do you do this? All the damn time," Iris said, frustration evident as she ran her fingers through her hair again before finally looking at him.
"What do you mean? Isn't it obvious? You were fucking flirting with that guy," Benjamin snapped, irritation laced in his voice as he downed the whiskey in one go.
"Flirting? When did I do that?" Iris shot back, standing up and stalking toward him. "If you think talking is flirting, then you must be a very insecure man."
She didn't stop there.
"Why did you really propose, huh? So you could say you were the better boyfriend? Or because you were too insecure and thought you weren't enough for me?"
"Me? Insecure?" Benjamin scoffed, his jaw tightening as he tried to hold onto his temper. "No, it's the fact that you're surrounded by men like you're some damn magnet. And I proposed because I meant it—because I love you."
"Love?" Iris let out a bitter laugh. "You must be joking. If this is love to you, then you're wrong. All we do is argue and argue. This isn't love anymore, Ben—I don't even know what the hell this is."
"What the hell do you want, Iris?" Benjamin snapped, running a hand through his slightly overgrown brown hair, his irritation growing but not yet exploding. "I've given you everything you wanted, and in the end, you're never happy. Never satisfied."
Iris stared at him for a moment before turning toward her bedroom.
"Let's end this—whatever this is," she said coldly.
She barely made it a few steps before heavy footsteps echoed behind her. Benjamin grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her back to face him.
"No, we're not. We're not over, and you're crazy if you think we are," he said, denial sharp in his voice.
"Crazy? Me?" Iris struggled against his grip, her voice turning icy. "No, you're crazy if you think I'm staying in this for another second."
His grip tightened painfully.
"I'm not fucking crazy! And you're not leaving. You said yes—to this relationship and to the proposal. You don't get to just walk away," Benjamin said, a dark edge creeping into his laugh.
He pulled her closer, trying to kiss her—as if that could fix everything.
But Iris resisted, pushing against his chest. His grip tightened even more, and she winced.
"Let go of me! You're hurting me, Ben!" she shouted.
"Then stop resisting me! Stop fucking fighting me!" he yelled back, grabbing her arms and shaking her roughly, as if trying to force her into submission.
Iris fought back, gathering all her strength. She shoved him hard.
He stumbled backward, crashing into a table. A vase of flowers and several picture frames toppled, shattering loudly against the floor.
Iris stood there, breathing heavily, her body trembling—part fear, part anger.
"If this is about this—" she said, yanking the ring off her finger and holding it up. "Then I don't want it. I don't want a marriage like this either way. We're fucking done."
She threw the ring at him—not gently, but hard. It hit the ground with a sharp thud.
That was the final straw.
Benjamin's anger snapped. His movements blurred—too fast, too aggressive. Iris clawed at his wrists, panic setting in.
Then..
Sirens.
Loud. Close.
The front door burst open as police rushed in. Benjamin was pulled off her, restrained, and forced into handcuffs while Iris staggered back, shaken and breathless.
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𝖻𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗑 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝖤𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖺 𝖦ó𝗆𝖾𝗓 | 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 8:12 𝖺𝗆
Late last night, police were called to the home of singer Iris after neighbors reported hearing loud commotion coming from the residence. Several individuals in the area described "screaming and yelling" that carried clearly through the neighborhood.
Authorities arrived at the scene, though they have not released full details regarding what occurred inside the home. However, multiple neighbors stated that when Iris exited the residence, she appeared "disheveled" and "visibly shaken."
Iris declined to answer questions from reporters and avoided photographs, instead issuing a brief statement requesting privacy. "I would like to remain quiet and have some privacy right now," she said.
Benjamin Miller, identified as her boyfriend, has reportedly had charges filed against him, including allegations of assault and strangulation. He has not made any public statements regarding the accusations.
At this time, Miller's family and close associates have also remained silent and have not responded to media inquiries. The situation remains under investigation.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 hey readers!
so yeah I know I kinda just forgot about this book but I've been just so busy with real life and college since I'm on my third year and with work. That I lowkey forgot that I started this work 😭
but a few days ago I remembered about it and had like 10 chapters in the draft so I thought why not start again since I'm going on summer break hehe. So hopefully I get motivation again.
also I know jacob elordi is the fc of Benjamin miller, but doesn't mean his actions align with the actor, it's fiction!
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