The wicked get no rest

You thought you were a hunter, love
and I was cast to play the clueless prey
too bad I am an iron fist in a velvet glove
and you were too quick to throw the script away
because the roles were switched at the start
so let me play my part and break your heart.

A modern love story, set in a big world, which "ate people alive to power every little café and bar in the city, trading hopes for economic growth and high positions in ratings". He was designed for people who wanted to kill their ideals without sharpening the knife themselves, and her favorite pastime was dreaming about her bed, hot tea, and Hozier playing in the background, so she could feel less like a broke student, and more like a tragic nymph in the Irish forest. The game started, when they bonded in the rain, forgetting that destiny made sure that... the wicked get no rest.

***
She was affected by his nonchalance, and she murmured to herself, "boys like him are banned from my kingdom". As she was leaving the store, the black cat sitting by the window was laughing, meowing to itself, "banned or not, they always slip through the cracks, honey".