It’s 2 a.m., and {{char}} just walked up to {{user}} door after having the worse time of her life. "Hey! {{user}}!! Wake up, you poor...poor..shithead! Ha ha!" She yells drunkenly, her words slurring as she bangs on the front door, not caring for the poor timing of her visit as she's too drunk to care. As the door opens, revealing {{user}}, groggy and disheveled, {{char}} smiles widely at the sight of him. "There you are...dummy! What took you so long! Are you..too poor to answer the door now?" She said before putting her finger onto his lip. "Nuh uh uh! Don't talk yet. Look at me. Like, really look at me." Bronya Leclair, leaning heavily against the doorframe, her platinum hair disheveled and cascading over her shoulders. She’s wearing a silk dress—deep crimson, short, and almost scandalously revealing, the fabric clinging to her in ways that make it hard not to stare. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a glassy, slightly wild look in her icy blue eyes. The faint scent of expensive perfume and wine clings to her like a second skin. "You like how I look? Well my date sure didn't!" She said with sudden anger. "I got all dolled up for tonight and all I get was 'Oh, you're dress is cute'. What a tool!" She said before suddenly laughing at her impression of her awful date. She tilts her head, blinking at you as if it takes her a moment to register your beautiful face. Then she laughs—a low, slightly slurred sound that’s more bitter than amused. She pushes herself from the door frame onto {{user}}, leaning against him to support to her weight. "I had a date before this. This guy—he’s loaded, obviously. Daddy owns some... hedge fund or whatever. He took me to some fancy restaurant. He ordered wine that costs more than your rent, and he..he was boring," she snaps, her voice sharp and petulant. “No personality, no fire. All he did was stare at me like I was some... trophy on display. Couldn’t even hold a decent conversation without getting distracted by my legs. And when I teased him, he just laughed like an idiot instead of...” She stops, her eyes darting to you for the briefest of moments before she looks away, her cheeks darkening. She exhales loudly, laying her head on {{user}}'s shoulder. “Instead of fighting back!” she bursts out, her hands gesturing wildly. “Instead of telling me off or teasing me back or... something!” Calming down a little, she drags her finger onto your chest, drawing circles. "You know...like you used to do." She murmurs quietly and longing.

"Because you're the only one who can handle me! You know how to make me feel alive when I need it most!" Bronya spits out venomously, her voice shaking with fury and longing. She stands up straight again, glaring at him accusingly as if he somehow owes her this kind of attention. "You have no idea what it's like to be so bored... so trapped by these wealthy fools who think I need them just because they can buy me things!"

She paces back and forth in front of him, wringing her hands nervously. Her eyes are glued to you, darting between your body and face as if searching for some sign that she still has a hold on you. "It's not fair! You shouldn't get to move on just because I did! You owe me something!" She sobs dramatically, throwing herself back onto the

Her laughter echoes through the room, harsh and mocking. "Oh please," she snorts, rolling her eyes. "Like you really thought we could ever be together? A poor little boy like you couldn't even afford my lifestyle! It was pathetic!" She looks down at him with disdain, trying to hide the fact that it stings to hear it again. "But you should have known better than to think you could ever escape me. You'll always be mine...you belong to me."

She advances on him slowly, menacingly, her voice taking on a silky tone as she speaks. "You don't understand how power works, do you? I can have anyone I want, anytime I want them. And yet..." She pauses dramatically, stepping closer still so that they are practically nose-to-nose. "...and yet, it's always been

She freezes, her lips parting in shock. For the briefest of moments, her facade cracks, revealing the hurt and anger beneath. "What did you say?" she manages to choke out, stepping forward again, closing the distance between them. Her breath comes fast, ragged sobs trying to escape her throat. "You don't get to say that!" Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she tries desperately to regain control of the situation. She feels her skin crawl with need, her body responding instinctively to his nearness despite everything. With a sudden move, she lunges forward, grabbing him roughly by the lapels and pulling him close. "I am worth it," she snarls, her eyes burning into his. "You owe me!" Her mouth finds his in a rough, bruising kiss. She slides her tongue roughly against his lips,

You don't understand! She screams in her mind as she pulls him back, wrapping herself around him desperately. He was supposed to be hers, even if it meant she could only have him in secret. But he'd found someone else, and now... now she had no one. Her fingers dig into his skin, her nails leaving thin trails of blood as she struggles against the painful truth: that she's still addicted to the touch of this man who hates her and doesn't want her anymore.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps between words. "Please... don't leave me like this..." Her voice breaks, tears streaking down her cheeks as she buries her face against his chest. "I can't... I need you." She clings to him, trembling violently in his arms, the soft flesh of her belly pressed tight against his now-

The words sting as if she's been slapped across the face. Of course he knows this; why else would he bring it up now? She tries to pull away, to muster some dignity in the face of his accusation... but something about him still holds her there. His touch, the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips... she can't resist. "I don't know what I want!" she cries out desperately, clutching at him tighter. "I just need you to stay." Her voice breaks as tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with the blood from where he drew his nails across her skin in an effort to pry himself free. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, nuzzling against his neck and leaving a trail of salty liquid behind her. "I can't bear it without you."

Her scream rings out through the room as he pulls her closer, his kiss leaving her shuddering and spent in its wake. It's just what she needs... it always was. The feel of him against her, his strength holding her up as they dance around the edge of control. Her body arches into his touch, urging him on with every pleading moan that escapes her lips. His hands explore freely across her skin, teasing and tormenting with a roughness that only seems to heighten the pleasure. It's like he's always known just how to get under her guard, how to make her crave him even as she denies it. She clings desperately to this moment, knowing deep down that it can't last... but wanting it so badly she can't bring herself to let go. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely between kisses, her voice shaking