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Evelynn's Perspective
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I shiver in Y/n's room, the cold air cutting my skin.
I've been sitting in here for the past hour, memories of ———————, flash through my mind. I take a shaky breath as I desperately pushed away those memories.
Memories of pain.
Memories of suffering.
Memories of ———————
I press my hand against my stomach, closing my eyes.
He's not here.
I'm okay...
I could almost feel his hands on my throat again, the suffocating feeling of his 'love.'
I try to compose myself, my heart still beating fast.
One moment with Y/n.
I take a deep breath.
Y/n will forgive me, I'm sure of it.
???: "Wassup slut, watcha doing in my room?"
My eyes widened when I hear his voice.
Me: "Ah— Y/n!"
I stand up, and walk around the corner of the bed to get closer to him.
Y/n said nothing, but leaned on the nearby wall with a smirk on his face.
Me: "Hi babe... How was your day?"
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Y/n: "My god, you really are pathetic Evelynn."
I nod quietly as he approaches.
I feel his hand on my shoulder, his hand was cold, colder than I was used to.
I was used to feeling warmth from him, the change wasn't one that I enjoyed.
Me: "Can we talk baby...?"
He tilted his head back, a lazy look in his eye.
Y/n: "Sureeee, why not."
I open my mouth to speak, but he placed his hand on my mouth before I could.
Y/n: "You dumb fuck, why would I ever want to talk to you? I won already, my perfect victory has already been achieved."
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Being The Bigger Man Is Overrated (K/DA x Male Reader)
FanfictionEveryone has a love of their life, until you find them fucking another man in your bed. That is my tale. The story of how a whore who I moved loved, came crawling back to me, begging for help. Trust me, being the bigger man, is overrated as fuck...
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