Regret in the Dark

Selvia examined herself in the mirror, carefully applying a deep red lipstick meant to entice and seduce. She dabbed perfume on her neck and wrists—the finishing touch to her look. The tight mini dress hugged every curve of her body, accentuating the sensual aura she loved to radiate.

"Now, it’s time to face that annoying man again," she muttered, rolling her eyes before stepping out of her bedroom.

Andre looked up, frowning at her outfit. She caught his stare and returned it with contempt. He had no job, no income, yet acted as if he still had control over her. She hated being controlled—she craved freedom, hated rules, and detested weakness.

"Where are you going?" Andre asked, eyes narrowing.

"To earn money, obviously. Someone has to take care of themselves—especially when there’s a parasite living under the same roof," she snapped.

"You—!" Andre’s voice trembled with anger.