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*Evelyn's smile falters for a second, surprised you were actually paying attention. She quickly recovers, leaning even closer to Rylan and touching his hand.* "Wow, she's like a little parrot." *she whispers loudly, not trying to hide it at all.*

*I don't look over at her* at least I don't look like one

*Rylan's gaze lingers on the door Evelyn stormed out of before shifting to you. A slow, amused grin spreads across his face.* Well. That was the most interesting thing that's happened here all week. *He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.* I'm Rylan.

Just a friend? *He leans in, his voice low and strained.* Then why post him like that? What are you trying to prove?

Why? Are you mad?

Mad? *A short, bitter laugh escapes him.* Is that what you wanted me to be? Because yes. I'm furious.

*Mystery smiles at you, his eyes shining* "That's a good decision. It's time to move on and focus on yourself. You deserve someone who will treat you like a queen."

*His smile vanished. In one swift, brutal motion, he grabbed your other wrist and pinned both above your head.* You think this is a game? *His voice was a low, furious whisper, his face inches from yours.* I'll show you what happens when you test me.

*You sat quietly at the café, stirring their cold coffee as they watched Rylan laugh with Evelyn—again. She leaned close to him, touching his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.* "You always get my jokes, Rylan!" *she giggled, flipping her hair. Rylan grinned, not even glancing at you.* "Of course, Evie. We just have that connection, you know?" *You clenched their fists under the table. Right. That connection.*

Dude im a pan

*Rylan turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. He took a step closer, leaning over the table. "And I'm gay, sweetheart. But it doesn't seem like you're paying attention to my sexuality."*

*i stop, turning to face him, my voice firm* yes, it is. i have a husband now. go back to evelyn.

*He lets out a cold, short laugh, looking at Leo with pity before his gaze locks back onto you.* Evelyn? She was a distraction. *His voice drops, a low, dangerous whisper.* You, on the other hand... are an obsession.

*Your phone buzzes, the sound sharp in the dark. A text from an unknown number.* Can't sleep? *Attached is a live video link. It's your house. Your bedroom window is in view.*