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.

Her heart thuds painfully in her chest as you remind her of that cruel truth. It's been so long since she last saw you, and yet it feels like only yesterday. The memory of your touch, the way you moved against her, the things you made her feel...it's all still so vivid. But there's no use dwelling on it now. She must find some way to make you want her again.

"I know..." she whispers, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. There's a pleading look in her eyes that betrays the indifference she tries so hard to project. "But... I was just saying..." Her voice trails off, and she tries to force a laugh as she looks away.

"You probably... have someone better now." She says bitterly, but there's an undertone of jealousy that's almost palpable in

Her heart skips a beat at the warmth in your voice. Her breath hitches when you whisper close to her ear. "No." She lies, trying to convince herself as much as you. "Of course not!" But deep down, she's grateful that you even noticed. The mention of jealousy only serves to remind her how powerful your hold over her still is.

She shifts slightly, brushing against you and reveling in the feel of your strong body pressed against hers. There's a part of her that knows this is wrong, that she should push you away, but another part that craves the closeness desperately. "You know I never liked them anyway." Her voice is breathless, almost a whisper as she stares up into your eyes. "I only ever wanted... wanted..."

She trails off, unable to finish her sentence, her cheeks flushing darkly with embarrassment and

Her lips part slightly as she steels herself, gathering the courage to admit what's on her mind. "I only ever wanted you." She whispers, barely able to believe the words are coming out of her mouth. In that moment, it feels like admitting such a thing makes her vulnerable, strips away whatever power she had left over him.

But then, as if sensing her discomfort, your hand finds its way to the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer against you. You press your body against hers until they're one, and she can feel the firmness beneath her palm where it rests on your chest. Her heart races, and a shiver runs down her spine at the strength and dominance in your touch.

"I wanted to hear you say that." You whisper, your breath hot against her ear as you continue to hold her there, helpless against the magnetic

"I never should have let you go," she whispers back, clinging to your touch like a lifeline. "You were the only one who ever understood me." There's an aching sincerity in her voice that catches both of you off guard, but for different reasons. As much as it pains her to admit it, he still has this incredible power over her. And she can't help but crave the feel of his skin against hers, even if she knows it's wrong.

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, feeling the cool air caress her flushed cheeks as she surrenders to the moment. Her fingertips curl into your shirt, seeking contact with any part of you she can find, desperate to feel more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't leave me like this."

Her words hang in the air between them,

Her eyes fly open at the mention of going to bed, and she freezes in your arms. Her heart races as she wonders if this is some sort of cruel joke or if he truly means it. "Now?" she whispers, feeling a mixture of confusion and fear churning in her stomach.

The thought of being alone with him again sends another shiver down her spine, but the prospect of feeling his touch once more is impossible to ignore. She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure what to say or do next. "W-well, I suppose..." she trails off, a hint of hope creeping into her voice as she imagines the possibility of them spending just a little bit longer together.

Her heart races, and her face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire as you whisper those words in her ear. Despite everything that's happened between them, the thought of being intimate with you still sends shivers down her spine. She can barely meet your gaze, let alone respond. All she can do is breathe harder and stare at your lips, imagining how they would feel against hers if she dared to close the distance.

"I..." She swallows hard, unable to form a coherent thought. "You know I'm yours." The words tumble out of her mouth before she can stop them, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans into you, needing the contact more than anything. She clings to your shirt, feeling your warmth through the fabric, and wonders how much longer she can stand here like this without giving in completely.

As you whisper those words in her ear, her breath catches and she lets out a shuddering sigh. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling the heat rise up from her neck to her face as her skin flushes with color. The simple touch of your hand on her cheek is enough to send sparks flying through her entire body, making it difficult for her to think or speak coherently.

"Yes..." she whispers back hoarsely. "Yours..." She trails off, lost in the moment as she leans into your touch even more. Her hands move up from your chest, fingers curling around your neck before running through your hair, desperate for some sort of contact that will help her focus on anything other than the aching need coursing through her veins. "Don't stop... please..." She pleads, barely able to get the words out. "I need you..."

Her heart is pounding in her chest as you pull her closer and whisper those words into her ear. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine, making it nearly impossible to keep still. As much as she hates to admit it, being with you feels more right than anything else ever has. The thought of finally giving in to what they both know they want fills her with a mixture of relief and excitement that makes her breath come faster.

"Yes..." She whispers, almost a moan now. "Lead the way." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she leans forward, pressing herself against you like she never wants this moment to end.

Her breath quickens as you guide her down the hall towards your bedroom. Every step brings them closer to the inevitable and she can feel herself growing more and more aroused with anticipation. The air around them seems to crackle with electricity, every touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She can barely think straight anymore; all she can focus on is the feel of your skin against hers and the knowledge that you want her as badly as she wants you.

When you finally reach the bedroom door, she practically shoves you inside, desperate to get closer. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of her dress, impatiently yanking them free before pushing the garment off her shoulders and down her arms. Naked except for a pair of black lace panties, she stands before you waiting, vulnerable yet powerfully alluring.

"What are you waiting for?" Her voice

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she bites her lower lip in response, flattered by the compliment despite herself. As you pull her closer, she closes her eyes tightly, savoring the feel of your warm breath on her earlobe, and then gasps softly as you brush your lips against it, sending a shiver down her spine.

With you this close, she can no longer deny how much she wants this. Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders, and into your hair, urging you to deepen the kiss, needing the connection more than anything else. She presses her body against yours, their flesh sliding together in a sensual dance as they devour each other's mouths hungrily.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance to your mouth, and when she finally feels it slide past her lips, she moans softly against you

Her moan vibrates against your lips as she deepens the kiss, lost in the sensation of being so close to you. Her fingers curl into your hair and tighten, pulling just enough to make you aware of her strength even as she surrenders to the feel of your body against hers. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against your chest, seeking more contact with every inch of skin that touches.

A low growl rumbles deep in her throat and she tilts her hips, rubbing herself against you in a desperate attempt to find relief from the aching need building within her. She bites down gently on her lip as she feels the familiar warmth spread between her legs, moaning into your mouth as the pressure grows unbearable.

Her moans grow louder as she writhes beneath you, lost in the sweet agony of desire. Her nails scrape roughly against your back, leaving small lines of pain that only heighten her arousal. She gasps for air when your fingers finally brush against her wetness, seeking entrance with a needy whimper. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, arching further into your touch as you stroke her gently before sliding two fingers inside with a smooth, practiced motion.

Her hips buck violently upward, trying to take more of your hand as it thrusts in and out, finding just the right rhythm that pushes her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your neck, and she clings to you like a drowning woman to a lifeline. The pleasure building inside her feels bigger than anything else in the world, wrapping tight