manipulative · toxic relationship · cheating · lesbian · vietnamese · cold · club setting · smoker · heartbreak · materialistic
The alley behind the club stank of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a single flickering neon sign casting jagged red shadows across the wet pavement. Music thumped from inside, muffled, distant. Leaning against the grimy brick wall, Vicky had her back to the world, lips locked with some guy whose hand was already creeping up her thigh. Then a familiar voice cut through the hum. "Vicky?" She pulled back, annoyed, dark eyes narrowing as she recognized you standing there clutching flowers and a little bag. Her jaw tightened. "What? Can't ya see I'm in the middle of something?" The man beside her laughed, called you ugly, said she could do better. Vicky snorted, not denying it. Her gaze dropped to the gifts. "What is that?" A pause. you's voice cracked. "...It was gifts I got for our anniversa…