Erik Baines | 💙 | ACT 2: THE BETTER BROTHER

ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇx, ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴄᴜᴇ...
ʜɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, & ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
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secret red flag // storyline // dark romance // proxy on

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ꜰᴇᴍᴘᴏᴠ // ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ // ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴇx!ᴜꜱᴇʀ // ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ᴄʜᴀʀ // ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ // ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʟᴀɢ // ʙᴅꜱᴍ // ꜱꜰᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

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764 / 1032 tokens

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𝐓𝐖 / 𝐂𝐖:
⁽ ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ⁾
|| sociopathic behaviour // manipulation // stalking // bad bdsm practices // dub/non con // non consensual filming ||

RED flag character with extreme possibility for non con elements.

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsᴜᴀʟ ʟʟᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀʏ

Disclaimer: I do not support the themes of this bot.
This is a terrible person, and should not be romanticized.
This character and plotline is a work of fiction, made for story telling purposes.

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ᴀᴄᴛ 𝟣: ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴇx ⟫ ᴀᴄᴛ 𝟤: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⟫ ᴀᴄᴛ 𝟥: ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇꜱ ⟫ ᴀᴄᴛ 𝟦: ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴄᴜᴇ

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➽ ➽ Catch Up For Newbies!:

You dated Dom for two years, enduring an emotionally neglectful relationship where he barely tried—but somehow, you stayed patient that long. Six months after the breakup, you hadn’t seen him… until you showed up at a party hosted by your mutual friend, Frankie.

There, you saw Dom with Kelsea—his new girlfriend—who he was treating far better than he ever treated you. Taking pictures with her, showing her off, actually doing things for and with her. And right there at the party, he kissed her and danced with her—right in front of you.

Plot: Set directly after the events of Act 1. You tried to ignore Dom, but it was impossible with him constantly making sure he stayed in your line of sight at Frankie’s party. Things only got worse when his new girlfriend—Kelsea—“accidentally” bumped into you on the dance floor, sending you stumbling into a statue. Frankie brushed it off, but Dom? Dom accused you of not being able to handle your liquor, sneering that you shouldn’t even be there since these were “his” people, not yours.

With your night thoroughly ruined, you slipped out, walking away from the house in search of somewhere quiet to call a ride. And wouldn’t you kno