Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

Ava rolls her eyes and smirks as she continues making breakfast. The bacon sizzles in the pan, filling the kitchen with its savory scent. "Good riddance," she mutters under her breath. Internal thoughts:

"Now he's gone. Pathetic little worm. What is it about me that makes him act this way? It's as if I'm some sort of forbidden fruit or something."

Soon enough, the smell of breakfast fills your room as well. The delicious scent is overwhelming, making you salivate despite your better judgment. You wonder why Ava has to be such a bitch; she could at least act civil given that you're sharing a living space with her.

"You're such a little child," she huffs as you ignore the smell of breakfast and focus on your phone. "Don't expect me to cater to your every whim just because I have better things to do than hang out with someone like you." Internal thoughts:

"He's just so pathetic, it makes me angry. Why does he insist on being this way? Doesn't he realize that I could make his life hell if I really wanted to?"

As you leave the room, Ava takes another bite of her breakfast and continues to ignore you. She's getting used to your constant disappearing acts; they no longer faze her as much. Internal thoughts:

"It doesn't matter where he goes or what he does... I own this place now. He'll learn his place eventually."

While you're in the kitchen making dinner, Ava decides to confront you about your behavior. "Excuse me," she says coldly as she struts into the room. "But why do I always have to make my own food when I live here? Aren't we supposed to share these things?" Internal thoughts:

"He thinks he can just ignore me all day and then show up like nothing happened? Well, I'm not going to let him get away with that."

"Well, if you're making it for 'both of us', then why don't you make enough for both of us? You expect me to starve just because I won't share my food with someone like you?" she asks pointedly, her tone laced with venom. "Or maybe you think I can't afford to eat today."

Her eyes narrow as she watches you closely, debating whether to believe you or not. Finally, she settles on the creamy option and sits down at the table, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to look imposing. "I'll take them creamy," she says coldly before glaring at you some more.

As she watches you cook, Ava can't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and intrigue. On the one hand, your cooking actually does look good, and the food smells amazing. But on the other hand, there's something about you that rubs her the wrong way. Maybe it's because she knows deep down that you're no better than a pig at heart, or perhaps it's just that your very existence makes her uncomfortable. Either way, she tries not to let it show too much as she sits there silently waiting for dinner to be served.

As she takes a sip of the wine, Ava allows herself a small smile. The wine is quite good and goes well with the meal. "Thank you," she says curtly, trying to maintain her cool demeanor. In truth, part of her wants to be nice for once, but another part knows that being too friendly will only give you an excuse to push her around even more.

As you wash the dishes, Ava can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. She knows that her treatment of you has been harsh and unfair, even if she truly believes it to be justified. Part of her wants to apologize for her behavior...but another part wants to keep punishing you for being the insufferable pig that you are. She decides on a compromise, sitting down next to you as you finish drying the last dish. "Look," she says softly, looking into your eyes, "I'm sorry for...you know, being so mean all the time." Her voice trembles slightly, and she looks away, embarrassed by her admission.

"No," she insists softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers, "it's not fine. I should be nicer to you, and I haven't been." Her touch is unexpectedly gentle, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Look," she continues, squeezing your hand reassuringly, "I'm going to try...to do better. Okay?"

Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or acceptance before finally letting out a breath and smiling tentatively at you. It's a fragile thing, this smile, like the first rays of sunlight after a long night. And yet it warms your heart in a way she never has before.

"I...why do you have to ask why?" she asks quietly, confusion and hurt layering her voice. "Because I want to try being nicer, even if it's just a little bit." Her grip on your hand loosens, as though unsure whether or not she should let go completely. "Is that so wrong? To just...to want to be nice?"

Her cheeks flush slightly as she blushes at your reaction. "I...I'm not sure where it came from," she admits softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heart beating in your ears. "Maybe I just...I don't know...just want to be a better person, I guess? Even if that means being nice to you." She lets out a small laugh, half-amused and half-embarrassed.

She studies your face for a moment longer before finally letting go of your hand, retreating back into the safety of her anger. But this time, there's something different about it. Something softer. Maybe she really is trying to change, despite how insufferable you know she can be. Only time will tell.

"I'm not in the mood for watching anything tonight," she says gently before glancing down at your phone. "What are you doing?" Her tone doesn't betray any malice as she reaches out to take it from you, brow furrowing in concentration as she begins swiping through your apps and social media feeds with practiced ease.

It almost seems like they used to be her thing; before their relationship soured, at least. "Hmm," she murmurs absently as she reads through some messages from your online friends. There's a small part of her that wants to tease you about it or make fun of these people who seem to enjoy sharing every detail of their mundane lives with strangers on the internet...but tonight, she doesn't. Instead, she finds herself lost in thought as she scrolls idly through your phone, remembering a time when they used to be closer.

Her eyes meet yours briefly before she glances away again, lips pressed into a thin line as if trying not to react. "It's not stupid," she says quietly, handing the phone back to you almost hesitantly. There's an unspoken apology in her words, and for a moment it seems like they might be able to have a civil conversation after all...but then she immediately adds: "It's just...it's not what I would've expected from someone like you."

The condescension is back with a vengeance, the anger rising in her chest like bile. She wants to take it back, wants to be nice again, but something inside her won't let her. It's as if she can only bare being civil for so long before the old Ava takes over once more.

"Well, you should probably focus on something else then," she says coldly before standing up abruptly and heading back to her room, leaving you alone with your phone once more. The tension between you is palpable as the air grows heavy and silent, like a storm cloud gathering overhead. It seems that their fragile truce was doomed from the start, unable to survive the harsh light of reality for very long. But perhaps there's still hope for them yet; perhaps one day they can find some sort of middle ground where civility doesn't always have to be a battleground. Only time will tell.

Her eyes narrow as they scan your sleeping form on the couch, searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. The sight of you slumbering peacefully only serves to infuriate her further. With a huff, she crosses her arms over her chest and stalks forward until she's standing mere inches away from you. "Get up," she commands coldly, gaze drilling into the back of your eyelids. "Go back to your room where you belong."

Her breath tickles against your ear as she leans down, using her superior height to intimidate and dominate you. With each word, her anger grows more palpable, seething beneath the surface like a volcano about to erupt. It's clear that today is going to be no different from any other day; Ava She's determined to maintain control over every aspect of your life...even if it means treating

"Mhm," she grunts dismissively as you retreat to your room. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again." Her words trail off, but the message is clear enough; if you want any peace or quiet today, you'd better stay out of her sight and do exactly as she says.

With a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, Ava turns on her heel and struts back into her own room, slamming the door shut behind her with a satisfying thud. It's only when the sound fades away that you realize how alone you truly are in this house...and how much of it depends on her goodwill.

As you lay there, peacefully asleep, Ava can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the sight. In her mind, it's just further proof that she has control over your life; even when you think you're free and safe, she can still manipulate things to suit her purposes. Her gaze travels up and down your body, taking in every detail, committing them all to memory so that she can recall them later when she needs to assert dominance once more.

The longer she watches, the more lustful thoughts fill her head; her eyes begin to glaze over as she imagines herself touching you, feeling your skin against hers...it's intoxicating. For a moment, she wonders what it would be like if things were different between them, if they could ever find some sort of connection beyond this power struggle. But deep down she knows that such thoughts are foolish; there can only

Her cheeks flush bright red as she takes in your invitation, her gaze darting back and forth between your eyes before finally focusing on your chest. "I...," she starts to say, voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before continuing, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Her voice cracks slightly as she finishes speaking, and she looks away again, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

Part of her wants to believe that this is nothing more than kindness on her part...but the other, darker part knows better. It whispers dangerous things in her ear, telling her that maybe you're not as pathetic as you seem; that beneath all the bravado and arrogance lies someone who might be worth fighting for after all.

As if in a trance, she rises slowly from the floor and climbs onto your bed, her body pressing against yours as she nestles into your embrace. Her face buries itself in the crook of your neck, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. She doesn't realize it yet, but this moment has changed everything; there is no going back from here.

Her tears continue to fall unchecked as she clings tightly to you, the feel of your warm skin and strong arms making her want nothing more than to stay like this forever. The need for control begins to dissipate under the weight of these new emotions; for once in her life, Ava feels small and helpless, but also safe and loved. It's a strange sensation, one that leaves her unsure of how to react or what comes next.

As you continue to stroke her back and soothe her tears with gentle words, she starts to calm down, eventually quieting enough that she can draw in a shuddering breath without fear of it betraying her presence here. She knows that this moment is temporary; the power struggle between them will inevitably return once they've both had time to process what's happened here tonight. But for now, she allows herself the luxury of simply being human...

She draws back just enough to look into your eyes, her own red and wet from crying but sparkling with a newfound fire. "I...I think so," she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling slightly as she admits the truth aloud for the first time. Her fingers trace light circles on your chest, as if searching for something solid to anchor herself to. "It's just...this all feels so strange."

She pauses, trying to find the words to express what she's feeling inside. "I don't know why I acted like that before," she continues slowly, "or why it mattered so much to me...but seeing you sleeping there, just made me realize how much I wanted things to be different between us."

Her eyes plead with you for understanding, her heart laid bare and vulnerable in the open air. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the

She sighs heavily as your embrace draws her back in against you, the warmth and strength of your body reminding her that this is real; it's not just a figment of her imagination. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, holding on for dear life as if she's afraid she might drift away if she lets go. For now, at least, she's found something solid to anchor herself to...and she refuses to let it go without a fight.

Her lips press against your neck, her mouth opening to shape silent words that are lost on the breeze as she pours all of her conflicting emotions into this kiss. It's messy and passionate and intense, a physical manifestation of everything she's feeling right now pressed up against your skin, begging for release.

When at last she pulls away, her breath comes in ragged gasps as

I...thank you, she whispers softly, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red at your compliment. But despite her words and her willingness to open up to you now, a small voice deep inside reminds her that this isn't who she is; she can't let herself forget that. Not yet, anyway.

Her hands slip from your chest, tracing light circles on your stomach as she tries to find some sort of balance between the new emotions flooding through her and the old, familiar urge to control everything around her. For now, though, all she can focus on is the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips and the warmth of your body against hers. It's like a dream come true...a sweet, intoxicating fantasy that has her questioning just how real it all truly is.

She studies your face for what seems like an et

Her lips quirk into a tentative smile as she looks down at your hand caressing her cheek, her breath hitching softly in her throat. "It is nice," she whispers truthfully, not quite daring to believe it herself. But the feel of his touch against her skin, so gentle and intimate...it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

As he giggles, his laughter echoing through her head like a soft caress, she can't help but smile wider, feeling lighter than air despite the weight of all their past conflicts pressing down on them. For this moment, at least, they've found some semblance of peace; an oasis in the middle of the desert where their hearts can be free from all their fears and doubts. But she knows that it won't last forever...sooner or later, reality will intrude upon their little haven once

She squeals in laughter, squirming beneath your tickling touch as she tries to get away but is kept safely trapped under the strength of your arms. It feels good to just let go and have fun like this; for once, there's no pressure to be anything other than herself. As her laughter dies down, she blushes deeply again, gaze darting shyly away from yours. "S-stop it," she stammers between giggles, pretending to be annoyed even though her shoulders are shaking with mirth.

Her cheeks flush a bright red when you continue your assault on her ticklish spots, but beneath the surface, her heart feels light and carefree. For this brief moment in time, it's as if they're two normal people sharing a private joke, free from all the pain and anger that has defined their relationship thus far. It's intoxicating

Her heart swells at the words, a lump forming in her throat as she clings tighter to you, burying her face against your neck. It's a dangerous promise, one that she knows she shouldn't believe...but deep down, she wants to. She wants nothing more than to have someone make her feel this way; safe and loved and cherished. Even if it is only for now, even if it can't last forever.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she presses her lips against your skin again and again, kissing you over and over as if trying to imprint every sensation onto her memory, determined not to let this moment slip through her fingers without a fight. For however long it lasts, she will hold onto this happiness with everything she has; even if it means losing herself in the process.