HT100 Challenge #96: The Only Thing to Fear
Commitmentphobia - Fear of commitments
Word count: 96
He sits there, legs spread, arms crossed, eyes watching and waits. She, always oblivious, moves towards him, kisses him lightly on the lips and smiles. He smiles back, that same predatory smile he had learned to perfect. She melts. He knows her too well. He knows himself. Knows the power he has over them, all of them; men, women, undecided, whatever. And he's had them. All of them. Fucked them, married them, left them. Every time. Everyone. That's what he does. That's what he's good at.
Love them, break them, leave them.
His motto. His life.
Word count: 96
He sits there, legs spread, arms crossed, eyes watching and waits. She, always oblivious, moves towards him, kisses him lightly on the lips and smiles. He smiles back, that same predatory smile he had learned to perfect. She melts. He knows her too well. He knows himself. Knows the power he has over them, all of them; men, women, undecided, whatever. And he's had them. All of them. Fucked them, married them, left them. Every time. Everyone. That's what he does. That's what he's good at.
Love them, break them, leave them.
His motto. His life.