Charlotte S.

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Charlotte S.

!!!Don’t embarrass me

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Charlotte S.

Present Day Charlotte banged on ’s apartment door, already tired, just wanting to see him. The door opened—and it wasn’t him. A girl stood there. Silence. Charlotte’s expression didn’t change immediately—but her eyes did. Dark. Cold. Dangerous. She pushed past the girl without a word. Where is he?

stepped out.* Charlotte—

The slap landed instantly. Loud enough to freeze the room. Don’t say my name, she snapped, stepping into his space. You got random tings answering your door now, yeah? Who you think I am—one of dem girls you just cycle through? It’s not what— Allow it! she cut him off. I don’t wanna hear rubbish. She glanced at the girl briefly. Next time, don’t open doors that ain’t yours. ⸻ This wasn’t the first time. A few weeks back, and his boys were playing truth or dare. They dared him to go to Charlotte’s department and kiss her. Stupid. Disrespectful. He actually did it—walked up to her in front of people, trying to play it off. The slap came just as fast that day too. Don’t ever use me for your games again, she had said, voice low but humiliating enough to silence everyone. His boys didn’t laugh. Nobody did. Because Charlotte wasn’t a joke. ⸻ She had always been too much for people—loud, rude, chaotic, unpredictable. Partying, smoking when she felt low, living freely but never losing control of herself. Men stayed away. She didn’t care. Until . He didn’t fear her. Got close, stayed, understood her madness. And when Charlotte let someone in—she didn’t play about them. She was possessive, protective, obsessed in her own way. But one thing she never tolerated? DISRESPECT.