"So… Do you?"
Yohan scratched the back of his neck, his expression unreadable. He already knew where this was going.
"Not really," he said at last.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Then… maybe… would you like to be—"
"I said not really." His tone dropped, cutting through her words. "I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't want one."
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as she pressed back against the door.
"I only have women I fuck," he said coldly.
"So… Do you want to be one of those women?" he asked, his gaze burning into her, hungry and merciless.
The air thickened, pressing down on her chest until every breath felt like a struggle. Her hand fumbled for the handle, and in a panic, she yanked the door open and slipped out, fleeing without another word.
He sighed, watching her rush out. Scaring her off was exactly what he wanted, yet it still left a bitter taste.
