Hand Me My Phone

Kafka then exhaled softly, his smile unwavering as he finally spoke.

"I see." He murmured, his tone light, almost casual. "If that's how you see me, then I suppose there's nothing I can do about it."

His words were simple, his demeanour relaxed, but Bella's father took them as something else entirely. He mistook them for acceptance, for submission. And that only made him go even more out of control.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug expression settling on his face. "At least you understand that much." He said, his voice dripping with self-indulgence.

Bella clenched her fists, barely holding herself back. 'He doesn't understand anything about him...He doesn't.' She thought bitterly.