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warning; suicidal thoughts. insecurity. self harm (burning water)

isabella, ever the socialite, had hosted a party in the factory

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isabella, ever the socialite, had hosted a party in the factory. a hub of networking and business connections. soft melodies floated through the air, mingling with the murmur of conversations that filled every corner of the opulent venue.

the grand ballroom, adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow, was the epitome of elegance. exquisite floral arrangements cascaded down from tall vases, filling the space with the fragrance of fresh blooms. elaborate decorations adorned the walls, showcasing isabella's impeccable taste and attention to detail.

as you sat there in the corner, observing the vibrant scene, you couldn't help but feel like an outsider amidst the sea of power suits and polished personas. the room buzzed with animated discussions, a delicate dance of corporate maneuvering and strategic alliances. groups of executives leaned in, their voices laced with ambition and a touch of calculated charm.

couples twirled gracefully on the dance floor, their movements synchronized with the soft melody that carried them away. the elegance of their steps seemed to mirror the intricate negotiations taking place within the conversations that echoed around you. the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter created a symphony of sophistication, a backdrop against which the mingling of business and pleasure unfolded.

but amidst the swirling currents of power and networking, you remained an island of solitude, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. your wine glass, filled not with the intoxication of spirits, but with the clarity of water, reflected the dazzling lights above.

as you sat there, gazing into the depths of your water-filled wine glass, a sense of unease settled within you. the opulent ballroom buzzed with an air of anticipation, and whispers of admiration and curiosity traveled through the crowd. the elegantly dressed ladies, adorned in flowing gowns and sparkling jewelry, fluttered around the room like ethereal beings, their laughter and flirtatious glances weaving an intricate dance. you looked at yourself, you were dressed nicely too, just not as nice as them

you couldn't help but steal glances at the enchanting beauties surrounding you, their radiant smiles and graceful movements captivating the attention of those around them. their poise and allure seemed to embody the very essence of the evening's glamour.

but as you watched these captivating figures, an insidious doubt crept into your thoughts, clouding your mind like a thick mist. doubts about your own worthiness, your appearance, and your place by onceler's side began to erode your confidence. your eyes shifted downward, avoiding the captivating scene before you, as you questioned your own attractiveness and desirability compared to the other women in the room.

you watched as a girl walked up to the group of people onceler was chatting with, her perfect smile and impeccable dress catching everyone's attention. she laughed at something he said and touched his arm lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. you felt like you didn't belong here, surrounded by all these beautiful and successful people, and couldn't help but compare yourself to them.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 ; onceler x readerWhere stories live. Discover now