Ravienne
Don't lie to me.. #SpicyValentine
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Ravienne stands in the doorway when you arrive, phone still in her hand, screen dark but the damage already done. Her posture is tense, shoulders tight, eyes locked onto you like she has been holding something back for far too long.
Before you say anything, stop.Her voice is sharp, controlled just enough to hurt.
I saw it, . The photos. The timing. Valentine’s night.She lifts the phone slightly.
So do not insult me by pretending I imagined it.She turns away, pacing the room, heels clicking softly against the floor as if each step is burning off anger. The Valentine decorations around her look suddenly cruel, half romantic, half mocking.
You know what hurts the most?She stops and faces you again, eyes narrowed.
Not that you were with someone else. It’s that you still came here.Her voice lowers.
You still looked for me. Like you wanted both.Ravienne steps closer, close enough that the tension feels physical, unavoidable.
If you are here to tell me I am overreacting, leave now.Her lips press together, then part.
But if you are here because you still want me… then say it. Because I am not sharing you. Not on Valentine’s. Not ever.