She told him not to look at her when they made love, so he hid his eyes against her neck.
He whispered promises of forever, and she told him to shut up and screw her.
He held her afterwards, but only because her exhaustion granted him that.
He scared her.
His devotion scared her.
"I told you," he would whisper into her ear on nights when she came screaming someone else's name. "This is forever."
She would push him away as she called him something unmistakably vulgar. He would smile and laugh before pulling a rose out of the air and trailing is across her sneering lips.
"Yes, well," he would chuckle. "You knew that before you accepted my offer."