In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-6

The Clink
Jason’s eyes changed. Sunlight gone, only dark currents beneath ice. Doubt shattered, revealing lethal resolve. His lips curved into a cold grimace." Fuck!" he hissed—a decision, not an outburst. He grabbed his cold latte, knuckles whitening. Liquid sloshed violently—not coffee, but poison ready to spill.
My heart pounded like war drums. No turning back. I lifted my cup, fingers icy. Across the table, our eyes locked—fury, desperation, a chilling kinship. Two cold ceramic rims touched." Ting—"The sound pierced the air—sharp, jarring. Not a toast, but a demon’s contract sealing. The vibration traveled up my arm, numbing my heart. Silence. We both knew: something shattered irreparably. We’d willingly plunged into the same dark river.

Manufactured Coincidence
The gears of revenge turned coldly. Claiming "needing a break," I appeared precisely where Jason socialized. Friends' dinners—I sat opposite, glances fleeting, secret signals. Photography salons—I lingered, admiring his talk, masking hidden purpose. I crafted my persona: poised, subtly vulnerable.

Alcohol became key. I’d "drink too much" or "forget" my car. Thus, Jason driving me home became inevitable. Night drives: city lights flowing outside, the car a silent island. We often sat wordless, engine hum echoing. The silence wasn't just awkward; it held the weight of shared secrets. Leaning against the window, neon flickering on his profile, I felt cold calculation… and an unwanted, treacherous peace.