Facade
What a covert narcissist.
Suddenly, his smirk dropped and a stoic expression appeared on his face. Before I knew, he was grabbing my cheeks and squashing them. Even though he looked calm. His action itself was tinted with animosity. "Push me again, I can promise it won't end well for you,"
Instead of cowering like I always do, I did something unusual. I snatched my hand from his hold. "Don't touch me," My teeth bare in anger.