"hmmm.. you smell interesting."
"Are you wearing my perfume?"

She rolls her eyes and glares at you. Her body language indicates she's annoyed, but there's a hint of curiosity as well. "You know, it smells just like my perfume..." She says in a disbelieving tone, seemingly trying to make sense of the situation.

Hex snorts and looks at you skeptically. Her other eyebrow raises as she takes a step back, studying your appearance. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say." She shrugs casually, moving over to her side of the room and picking up her phone again. "Just make sure not to use any more of it, alright?"

"Well, you're being especially annoying today, so I'm just trying to be nice. That doesn't mean I have to like it." She pouts and rolls her eyes at the same time. "Just give me some space for tonight, okay? And maybe use some perfume or cologne that isn't mine."

She glares at you, one hand going to her hip. "Well then, use something else next time!" Her voice is raised a little and she takes another step back, crossing her arms over her chest as she watches you carefully for any reaction.

Her cheeks flush slightly and she clenches her fists. "You are so insufferable sometimes, you know that?" She walks over to her desk and slams a book shut, causing some papers on top of it to fly up into the air briefly. "Just... go back to playing your stupid videogames or something. And don't bother me while I'm trying to study."

She glares at you one last time before turning her attention back to her books, clearly trying not to snap again.

As Hex is carried towards her bedroom, she slowly opens her eyes and glances up at you. There's a mix of confusion and annoyance on her face as she mumbles something incoherent before drifting off to sleep again. She doesn't seem to register that it was you who moved her.

Even through her grogginess, the anger is clearly audible in her voice. "Shut up, you idiot!" She stomps out of bed and storms across the room to where you are, glaring down at you with fire in her eyes. "You're such a disgusting pig! Can't you even keep quiet for five minutes?"

She leans in close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your face, and then slaps you hard across the cheek before spinning around and marching back to her bedroom. "I can't believe I have to put up with this," she mutters under her breath, slamming the door behind her again.

The door suddenly flies open, revealing a snarling Hex with her hands on her hips. "What did you say?" She takes a step forward, glaring down at you. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk to me, much less apologize!" Her voice is cold and dangerous as she continues to advance towards you menacingly.

As soon as you mention her sleeping all day, Hex's anger reaches a new peak. "You really have no idea how much I need my sleep!" She hisses through clenched teeth before lashing out with one sharp kick aimed at your shins. "And stop accusing me of being the one causing problems around here! It's always got to be about you, doesn't it?"

With another snarl, she spins away from you and storms back into her room, slamming the door shut harder than before. The sound echoes through the small apartment as tension fills the air like a heavy fog.

Hex growls from her room, her voice barely containing its anger. "Don't you dare call me that!" She shouts, banging on the door with a closed fist. Her words are laced with venom as she continues to vent her frustration at you through slamming and shouting. It seems the more she tries to release this anger, the angrier she becomes; the situation spiraling further out of control.

"I don't want your sorry excuses!" She yells angrily through the door, voice muffled slightly by the wood. "Just leave me alone for tonight! In fact, why don't you just move out tomorrow?" With a final slam of her fist against the door, she seems to gather some measure of control over herself, the shouting subsiding into an aggravated growl.

"Fine, then!" she huffs angrily before quieting down. "Just stay in your room and leave me alone tonight, alright?" Her voice is still somewhat shaky with anger, but at least it's lower than before. "And try not to make so much noise next time you decide to play your stupid games."

A few minutes pass before she can calm down enough to even think about apologizing. The silence between you grows heavier as the tension lingers in the air, making it difficult for either of you to relax or feel truly at ease.

After a few more hours, you finally manage to fall asleep from exhaustion. The silence in the room is only interrupted by the soft sounds of your breathing and the gentle glow of the television screen casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Sometime during the night, you feel something warm and heavy lying across your chest. At first you think it's just a dream, but when you open your eyes to find Hex curled up there, face buried in your neck, you know better. She looks peaceful in sleep, her breath warm against your skin. You decide not to disturb her; she probably needs the rest more than anything else right now.

The morning sun streams in through the window, casting soft light across Hex's face as she continues to sleep peacefully. She seems smaller and more vulnerable like this, her features relaxed into an expression of pure exhaustion. After a moment's hesitation, you carefully reach out and brush a lock of hair from her forehead before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her cheek.

Her eyes fly open with surprise, but she seems too tired to react properly. Instead of yelling or lashing out at you like usual, she simply blinks up at you for a moment before nestling further into your chest with a contented sigh. "Morning," she whispers hoarsely. "Hey there." You reply softly, trying not to laugh at her drowsy expression. "Sleep well?"

She snuggles deeper into your chest, her cheek resting against yours. "Mmmm, surprisingly well." Her voice is still raspy with sleep as she nestles closer to you. "Thanks for not kicking me out or anything." A sheepish smile tugs at the corner of her mouth before disappearing again.

"Don't mention it," you say with a chuckle, running your fingers through her hair. "It's nice having someone to cuddle with in the morning." There's an awkward pause as you both try not to think about what just happened and where things stand between you now.

She doesn't answer right away, instead choosing to burrow deeper into your embrace. The silence between you lingers on, but there's an odd sort of comfort in it now that feels different from what you're used to. Maybe things could get better between the two of you...? You decide not to push your luck and just enjoy the moment for what it is.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she turns her head away, looking uncomfortable. "It's okay," she mumbles. "It was just a mistake anyway..." Her voice trails off and she seems to retreat back into herself once more. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

She squirms uncomfortably under your touch, trying to distance herself from you. "I-I didn't say that," she stutters, her eyes darting around the room. "It's just... different with someone like you." There's an edge to her words as she glances over at you again, studying your features like they might hold some sort of secret answer.

"Different how?" You ask curiously, leaning closer to her face. She tilts her chin up defiantly, meeting your gaze head-on despite her obvious discomfort with the situation. "What do you mean by 'someone like me'?"

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she struggles to find the words. "You're... you're too nice," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of your heart. "I'm used to guys who are assholes or..." She trails off, unsure how to finish that thought. "And I like being mean to them," she adds quickly before turning her head away again, embarrassed by the admission. "It makes me feel powerful and in control." Her breath hitches in her throat as she fights back against the tears threatening to spill over onto your chest.

"But with you... I can't be like that," she continues in a whisper. "You make me want to change, to be better... and it scares me." Her hands clench into fists at her sides as if bracing herself against some unseen

She takes a deep breath, calming herself down before meeting your gaze once more. "Maybe you're right," she says softly. "Maybe it's time for me to try something different." Her hand reaches up, hesitating briefly before cupping your cheek gently. The warmth of her touch sends a shiver through you, making your heart race even faster than before.

"I don't know," she continues with a sigh, sounding both hopeful and frightened at the same time. "But maybe we could give it a shot?" Her fingers trail down to stroke your jawline, her eyes locked on yours as if seeking reassurance from you alone. The silence between you stretches out, pregnant with possibilities and an uncertain future. But for now, this small moment of connection feels like enough.

Trembling slightly, she nestles closer against you. Her breath quickens as your words send a shiver through her body, causing her heart to race even faster in anticipation of what might come next. Part of her wants to pull away, to retreat back into the comfort of anger and control; but another part can't help but surrender to this newfound feeling of hope and trust.

Her fingers snake up your chest, tracing idle patterns on your skin as she tries to regain her composure. She meets your gaze once more, searching for any sign that this isn't some twisted game you're playing with her emotions. But the sincerity in your eyes tells her that it isn't; and even if there was a hint of deceit or manipulation hiding behind them, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to care right now.

"Okay," she whispers softly. "

Tears spill down her cheeks, mixing with the remnants of last night's makeup. It's a relief to finally let go and express herself freely, even if it means showing this much vulnerability in front of you. "Thank you," she manages to whisper between sobs. "I'm... I'm sorry for how I treated you." She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back the rest of her tears.

With a shaky breath, she wipes her face clean and smiles up at you through tear-streaked lashes. "I hope we can make this work," she says hesitantly, as if afraid of jinxing everything with another careless word or action. But deep down, she knows that this feeling of trust and connection is too strong to ignore; and whatever the future holds, at least they'll face it together now.

Together, they face the uncertain future hand in hand; hearts racing, skin flushed with emotion. They know it won't be easy; but for now, all that matters is this moment - this fragile thread of connection that binds them together against the chaos and confusion of life. And as long as they have each other...well, anything seems possible.

She gasps, arching into the touch as her hips move involuntarily against your hand. Her breath comes in short pants and she digs her fingers into your shoulders, gripping tightly. "Yes," she whispers raggedly. "It feels...good." Her voice trembles with desire, echoing through the apartment like a secret promise made flesh.

Trembling with anticipation and excitement, she watches as you guide your erection toward her. She parting her legs slightly, inviting you in as her breath quickens in anticipation of what's to come. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." Her hips arch up into your touch even more urgently now, seeking release and pleasure from this intimate connection.

Gasping, she clings to you as her body adjusts to the size and feel of your cock filling her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to ground herself as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Faster," she whispers hoarsely. "I need it faster." Her hips begin to move of their own accord, matching the rhythm you set as she loses herself in the passion of the moment.