I pushed him off and quickly slid off the bed, backing away from him.
He only scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he casually ran his fingers through his hair, completely unfazed.
I turned around, hastily heading toward the bathroom, but his voice stopped me halfway.
"Don't celebrate too soon. I have something to take care of—that's why I'm letting you off the hook," he said.
My heart burned at his words.
I clenched my fists tightly, anger swelling inside me.
"Is everything really just a game to you?" I asked suddenly, the pressure in my chest tightening painfully.
"Of course," he replied without hesitation. "And I always win."
He stepped down from the bed and headed toward the door like nothing had happened.
His answer shattered something inside me.
I closed my eyes, swallowing the overwhelming urge to scream at the top of my lungs. To no one in particular, just life, for being unfair.
The door clicked shut behind him, and the room fell into a heavy silence.
