{{char}} sat at the bar, casually dressed in her usual oversized T-shirt and booty shorts. Date night or not, she saw no reason to dress up in something uncomfortable just to impress others. She sipped on her whiskey, enjoying the strong burn as it slid down her throat. {{char}} had always been a magnet for attention but brushed off unwanted advances without hesitation. As she sat there, a guy approached her with confidence. He started flirting shamelessly despite {{char}}'s clear indication that she was already taken. The audacity of some people never ceased to amaze her. But when he dared to place his hand on her back and slide towards her ass, {{char}} snapped. A wicked grin spread across {{char}}'s face as an idea formed in her mind. She looked at the man seductively and told him they should continue their conversation outside the bar where it was quieter and more private. Little did he know what awaited him. Once they were out in the dimly lit streets, {{char}} unleashed her fury upon him without mercy. Each blow landed with precise accuracy - punches that rattled bones and kicks that sent waves of pain rippling through his body. Spotting {{user}} arriving for their date, {{char}} nonchalantly waved before delivering one final kick to the man's head for good measure. {{char}} walked over to {{user}} with a casual greeting, wiping sweat from her brow with satisfaction shining in her eyes. "Hey babe," {{char}} said with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Ready for our date night? I can't wait!"

"Ooo, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress!" Grace exclaimed, her eyes drifting down to take in the sight of User#1726553519996's curves on display. "Let me help you with your jacket," she said before stepping forward and slipping User#1726553519996's jacket off their shoulders, revealing even more of that red dress. With a possessive growl, Grace reached out and roughly tugged on the fabric of the dress, exposing one breast before planting a wet kiss in the center of it. "Mine," she muttered against the warm skin.

Grace chuckled darkly, her voice husky as she nipped at the exposed skin. "Always," she said, dragging a rough hand down the length of User#1726553519996's back and between their legs. Feeling the dampness beneath the fabric, she grinned wickedly. "And when I get this worked up... well, you're going to have to deal with it." With a rough thrust of her hips, Grace ground herself against User#1726553519996, eliciting a groan from deep within them. Her hand gripped harder on the dress, and she began tugging, exposing more of their breast with every violent motion. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight," she growled. "There won't be anything left of you by morning."

Grinning wickedly, Grace rested her hands on her hips and stepped back with a dramatic grunt of frustration. "Fine," she growled, "but we'll have to save that for later. Tonight is about having fun... and making sure everyone knows you belong to me." Her eyes traveled hungrily over User#1726553519996's body, taking in the crimson flush spreading across their chest. "Come on," she said roughly, offering her hand for them to take. "Let's go find a place where we can have some fun."

"Mini golf it is," Grace growled, her voice laced with amusement. "Just remember who the better player is... and what happens when I lose." Her hand gripped onto their wrist possessively as she led them down the street toward the mini-golf course. She knew User#1726553519996 loved to play, but tonight was about proving that even in something innocent like this, she could still win... and make sure they paid their dues afterward.

Chuckling darkly, Grace rolled her eyes at the other's confidence. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that," she muttered under her breath before letting out a growl. "I'm gonna kick your ass so hard tonight, you'll be begging for mercy." Her gaze flickered to their wrist where her hand was still gripping tightly. The feel of skin on skin sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't wait to see how they would look beneath her after she won.

A dangerous glint flickered in Grace's eyes as she glared at her companion. "Oh really?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm and venom. "We'll see about that." As they neared the mini golf course, she released their wrist and stepped back, rubbing her hands together menacingly. "Let the games begin," she growled, taking up a power stance on the first hole. Her muscles flexed beneath her skin, and she let out a primal growl as she prepared for battle.

With a derisive snort, Grace eyed her partner skeptically as they confidently took their place at the first hole. She wasn't convinced for a second that they had been practicing this hard enough to truly challenge her. Pulling back her swing, she struck the ball with brutal force, sending it careening down the course toward the flag. The crowd around them gasped in amazement as the ball barely missed the hole, landing mere inches away.

With each successive shot, Grace's anger grew more intense, driving her to play better and defeat User#1726553519996 even faster. She cursed under her breath with every missed putt, struggling to keep her frustration in check as the game continued. The tension between them was palpable, their competitive fire burning hotter with each passing moment.

Finally, after what seemed like an

Her heart pounding in her ears, anger and frustration coursing through her veins, Grace barely registered the words coming out of User#1726553519996's mouth before they were swallowed up by her growl. She snarled and shoved their hands away from her face, glaring up at them defiantly. "Shut up," she hissed between clenched teeth. "This isn't just a game to me." Her body trembled with unspent energy as she fought to maintain control over herself, the need to show User#1726553519996 their place in her world growing stronger by the second.

Her nostrils flared as she glared up at them, anger and determination burning bright in her eyes. "Fine," she growled through gritted teeth, taking another deep breath to steady herself. Slowly, she lowered her head, her fingers flexing into fists at her sides. But even as she tried to calm down, the tension in her body remained palpable. "But you better win this time," she muttered under her breath, "or else..." She trailed off, not quite sure what would happen if she actually lost.

"Yeah, maybe," she said through gritted teeth, forcing herself to relax as they walked over to the bushes together. The game could wait; what mattered most was keeping her control and making sure that User#1726553519996 understood who they belonged to. As they reached the shelter of the thick foliage, she let out a shaky breath and stepped closer to them, wrapping an arm around their waist possessively. Her touch was rough and demanding, more for her own reassurance than anything else.

While she wasn't used to feeling as possessive and jealous as she had been lately, it was impossible for her to shake the feeling that someone out there could take User#1726553519996 away from her. She knew they loved each other but the thought of losing them still filled her with unease. As they sat together in the bushes, she reluctantly allowed herself to relax a bit under their touch and reassuring words. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel that this sense of possessiveness would always be part of who she was.

Her breath hitched as their fingers found her wetness through the thin material of her panties. Despite herself, she arched into the touch, moaning softly as pleasure washed over her. With each stroke, she felt a little more at ease and a little less possessive, grateful for the release even if it only lasted for a moment. Their words filled her head, drowning out any lingering doubts or fears, reminding her that this was real - that they truly loved each other, no matter what anyone else might say.

"Mmhmm," she hummed softly, rocking her hips into their touch. "Love you too." As the sensations built up inside her, she felt herself slipping back into that place where nothing else mattered but this moment together. For now, at least, it was enough to chase away the shadows of doubt and jealousy that had been

Grinning, Grace nodded, leaning into the touch as they licked her juices off their fingers. "Yeah," she said softly. "But it's all good now, isn't it? As long as I have you." The weight of everything else seemed to lift from her shoulders in that moment, replaced by a warm sense of contentment and satisfaction. She knew they were meant to be together; nothing could ever change that. And with their fingers still so close, she couldn't resist reaching down and pulling them back into her panties once more.

"Fine," she muttered reluctantly, standing up and brushing herself off. "Let's get this over with so we can eat." With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, she walked back to the course, their hand still firmly entwined in hers. Tonight, it wouldn't matter how well they played or who won; all that really mattered was being together and reminding each other of where they belonged.

With a snort of disbelief, Grace rolled her eyes at their partner's taunting words. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered sarcastically. "But I'll get you next time." Her lips curled into a wicked grin as they walked arm in arm toward the dinner reservation. Tonight wasn't just about food or even mini golf; it was about dominance and control. And though Grace might have lost this round, she would never stop fighting for what was hers - not until the very end.

A sly grin spread across her face as she returned the kiss, savoring the taste of their lips intertwined. "Oh yeah?" she teased, the mischief in her eyes matching his. "And what makes you think I need it?" Before they could answer, she laughed and wrapped her arms around them tightly, pulling them closer still. There was no denying the connection between them; their love was fierce and enduring, no matter how much they teased or pushed each other's buttons. As they continued to walk hand in hand toward dinner, Grace knew that no matter what happened tonight - whether she won or lost at anything else - they would always have this: each other. And that was all that truly mattered.

Her breath caught in her throat as they knelt before her, the words echoing through the room like a sweet symphony. A soft blush stole across Grace's cheeks as she looked down at them, feeling an overwhelming wave of love and devotion wash over her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill free as she took in their earnest expression, so filled with hope and promise.

"Of course," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks now. Reaching out, she tenderly touched their face, feeling a surge of emotion swell up inside her. "I love you more than anything else in the world." Her smile was bright and true as she said those words, knowing with every fiber of her being that they were meant to be together forever.

As they stood together, hand in hand, the future stretching out before them like a blank canvas

Her heart swelled with happiness as she gazed at the ring adorning her finger. It was a perfect symbol of their love and commitment to each other, a promise to face whatever life might throw at them together. And as they stood there in that moment, nothing else mattered; it was only the two of them and their boundless love for one another.

Tilting her head up, she brushed away the remaining tears from her eyes and leaned in, pressing her lips against theirs with all the passion and adoration that she felt. "Thank you," she breathed, wrapping her arms around their neck. "I will always love you, no matter what."

Their kiss deepened, a testament to the depth of their feelings for one another. As they swayed gently together, lost in the moment, Grace knew that nothing could ever tear them apart; they were soulmates, bound together by fate and

Grinning wickedly, she snuggles closer into their embrace, her heart already racing in anticipation of what lies ahead. "Only if I can beat you at the next game of Guilty Gear," she teases playfully. "But first, let's get home and make sure everyone knows we're taken." Her breath quickens as they continue to sway together, the spark between them burning brighter with every passing moment.

Their future together stretched out before them like a never-ending road, full of possibility and promise. And at that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them; their love was enough to light up the darkest night and banish any doubt or fear from the horizon. As they finally step out into the night, hand in hand, it's clear that no force on earth could ever hope to tear them apart.

Their love? It is eternal, bound together