❝No one will ever hurt you again. You're mine to protect,❞ he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. ❝Mine to possess.❞
His grip tightened, sending shivers down my spine.
❝I love you, (y/n).,❞ he rasped, his voice dripping with obsession. ❝Lov...
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We entered the elite neighborhood, the nighttime darkness was splintered by the majestic silhouettes of opulent mansions. Each estate shimmered like a constellation, its elegantly landscaped grounds and intricately designed facades glowing with an ethereal light.
Our vehicle glided smoothly along the winding roads, the GPS guiding us to our destination. The entrance gates of Hange's residence came into view, flanked by imposing stone pillars. A liveried guard stood sentinel, scrutinizing us before I produced the invitation.
With a courteous nod, he waved us through. The gates swung open, revealing a breathtaking panorama: an expansive modern mansion, its sleek lines and minimalist architecture shimmering beneath strategically placed uplighting.
The driveway stretched before us, a serpentine ribbon of asphalt winding through meticulously manicured lawns. The distant thrum of music and murmurs of revelry drifted through the night air, building anticipation.
As we stepped into the vibrant chaos, Ryan's smile broadened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The cacophony of laughter, music and clinking glasses enveloped us. The air reeked of expensive liquor and perfumes, intoxicating and overwhelming.
We navigated through the sea of revelers, their faces aglow with joy and inebriation. Diamonds sparkled on manicured fingers, and designer attire shimmered under the kaleidoscope of lights.
The DJ's pulsating rhythms electrified the dance floor, where bodies swayed in abandon. Giggles and gossip fluttered through the crowds like confetti. Hange's party was a whirlwind of unbridled extravagance, a world away from my mundane existence.
I felt a pang of discomfort, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer decadence. Ryan, however, thrived in this environment, his confidence and charm unfolding like a cloak.
His grip on my hand tightened, possessive and controlling. I sensed his agenda unfolding, his eyes scanning the room for potential connections.
Hange glided toward us, her radiant smile illuminating the space. "(Y/n), I'm so glad you made it!" She enveloped me in a warm hug, her genuine enthusiasm a balm to my frazzled nerves.
As she released me, her gaze shifted to Ryan. Her expression transformed, polite but aloof. "You have a company," she stated, her tone crisp.
"Hi, I'm Ryan. (y/n)'s boyfriend."
Ryan, undeterred, extended his hand, expecting a handshake. But Hange deliberately ignored the gesture, her eyes never leaving his face. The slight was subtle yet unmistakable.
"Welcome, Ryan," she said, her voice measured. "Enjoy the party."
Hange's attention returned to me, her warmth reignited. "Let me show you around. I want you to meet some amazing people."
