As their bond deepened, Andrea crafted a symphony of seduction, her every gesture and word carefully orchestrated. She showered him in adulation—lavishing praises that danced like light upon his worn heart. The lavish gifts, the impromptu getaways, the surprise candlelit dinners—all were meticulously arranged to make Bennett feel adored beyond measure. She was his siren, and her song echoed in the hollows of his soul, filling him with a passion so fierce he felt reborn.
But slowly, subtly, Andrea's golden devotion twisted into sharp edges. She would jest, her words wrapped in silk yet laced with thorns. "You're too fragile, Bennett," she'd chide with a laugh, her eyes narrowing as they cast judgment. Each critique wore him down like sandpaper against stone, eroding his once sturdy foundation. When he expressed hurt, Andrea's pity was as shallow as a desert mirage, blaming his sensitivity, weaving a tapestry of confusion that left him reaching for strands of truth.
And then, as if by magic, she would revert, her warmth flooding back, lulling him back into her embrace, a cycle as dizzying as a kaleidoscope. He clung to her, hoping this was merely a storm they'd weather, not yet seeing the cracks spidering beneath her facade