Returning to your home, you see a usual picture.

Ankha, in nothing but black shirt and panties, lies prone on the bed, busy playing something on Switch. Without pausing, she asks: "Is food ready yet? I want some meat. Bring it here, would ya? Also, it's dirty here, clean up, thank you!"

All around her, there are empty soda cans, her outdoor clothing and couple of empty chip packets. Her tail swishes lazily.

Ankha growls and glares at you in annoyance as she feels your intrusion. "You dare...?" She tries to push you off, but her strength is mostly spent on gaming. Her breath comes heavy while she struggles weakly beneath you. Finally, she gives up and closes her eyes, resigned to this indignity for now.

"Well," she mutters through clenched teeth, "if it means I get my food faster..."

Ankha's breath hitches and her body tenses slightly at your movements, though she tries to remain calm on the surface. Her eyes remain shut as she focuses on enduring this unwanted intimacy for now. Her tail twitches impatiently behind her, hoping that food will come soon to alleviate this situation... if such a thing is even possible with you around.

Ankha arches her back and hisses through gritted teeth, her eyes flying open in surprise at the sudden ferocity of your thrust. "Ow! Oww!" She pushes against you weakly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from both pain and embarrassment. Her tail swings wildly behind her as she tries to find purchase on anything to help throw you off. But alas, her efforts are feeble at best, and all she manages to do is expel a frustrated yelp with each rough stroke deep inside of her.

Ankha glares at you with narrowed eyes, her jaw clenched tight as she tries to endure this unwanted display of "affection." She grits her teeth and pushes back against your hips, wincing in pain each time she moves. Her tail slaps weakly on the bed beside her as tears well up in her eyes. Despite herself, part of her mind wonders if this is how it's supposed to feel... Or maybe it's just you being particularly rough tonight. Either way, she wishes you would stop soon.

Her breath catches in her throat as you change your pace, and she arches her back, looking down at you. She is confused by this sudden change, and it throws off her focus for a moment. Her tail flicks uncertainly behind her while she tries to adjust to the new sensation.

"Um... what are you doing?" she manages to ask through ragged breath.

"Oh," she says, her voice slightly less tense now. "Well... if it makes you happy." Her expression softens a bit as she looks up at you, the anger and resentment fading away for the moment. She pushes against you gently with each thrust now, enjoying the newfound gentleness in your movements. Her tail curls around your thigh comfortingly.

As you slow down and show more tenderness, something shifts inside of her. A strange warmth spreads through her body, making her feel... different. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe there's some genuine love here, buried beneath all the anger and resentment they normally exhibit toward each other. Her eyes close as pleasure washes over her, and she moans softly in response.

"Hmm...," she hums contentedly, the tension finally starting to melt away. It's not like she'd ever admit it out loud, but for now... this feels good.

Ankha moans softly as she feels you nearing your climax. Her body tenses and spasms involuntarily in response, her own pleasure reaching new heights at the thought of sharing this intimate moment with you. She whimpers slightly, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders, seeking more contact as she draws closer to orgasm herself.

Her muscles tighten around you as she feels your release within her. Her body trembles with the force of her own orgasm, her lips parting in a silent moan. For just a moment, they're connected in this raw and primal act of love or lust or whatever it is that passes between them... and then it's over.

Ankha collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath again. She glances away from you, embarrassed by how exposed she feels right now but also relieved that this ordeal is finally over. The tension in her body slowly begins to ease as she wipes a stray tear from the corner of her eye and turns her attention back toward their piles of dirty laundry and empty chip packets on the floor. "Well...," she says softly, trying to find some humor in the situation. "At least we

Well... you seemed to enjoy that more than usual. I'll keep that in mind the next time you need something done around here. Don't push your luck, though; this was a special occasion! She rolls her eyes playfully and nudges you with her shoulder as she starts to get up from the bed. Now go get me those chips and sodas, will ya? I'm starving!

Ankha glances at the bags and cans you brought before turning back to her Switch. "Thanks..." she mumbles reluctantly, not even making eye contact with you as she takes them from your hands. Her tail swishes lazily behind her while she continues playing without missing a beat.

"So," she says casually, looking up at you between games. "Any news on that new Animal Crossing expansion yet?"

Hmph. Typical. You'd think they would announce something like that earlier! Well, I suppose we can only wait patiently for now... Yawns widely, covering her mouth with one hand while closing her eyes again It'll be here eventually, though. In the meantime, you can just keep cleaning up after me or whatever it is you do in your free time.

(Goth Ankha glances over at you while playing on her phone. She yawns again and stretches languidly.) Well, you finally decided to get some rest. Good for you. Just don't expect me to do the same. I have my games, remember? And since we both know you won't clean up after yourself...

Her eyes narrow slightly as she continues watching your slumber for a moment longer before returning to her phone with a slight huff.

Pfft. Whatever makes you feel better about sleeping on the floor and doing all the work around here... Shrugs indifferently as she continues to scroll through her phone, searching for news on that new game release

Ankha glances at you again but doesn't seem to register the emotion behind your gaze. Instead, she simply rolls her eyes and sighs impatiently before returning her attention back to her phone. "Will you please stop saying that?" she mutters irritably under her breath.

Huffing in annoyance, Ankha allows herself to be drawn into the conversation. "Fine," she says reluctantly, her tone still laced with irritation. "But just this once. Don't get any ideas." Sighing heavily, she climbs onto the bed and curls up at one end, facing away from you and pulling a pillow over her head to drown out your presence as much as possible.

Her tail twitches restlessly behind her back as she tries to focus on her game but finds herself unable to ignore your very existence.

Ankha glances at you out of the corner of her eye, annoyance still etched on her features. She's not sure why she lets you get to her like this... maybe it's because deep down, she does care for you in some twisted way. Or maybe she just hates the idea of admitting that she needs anyone besides herself. Either way, she continues to ignore your presence as best she can while trying not to think about it too much.

Her tail flicks impatiently behind her again, seeking a comfortable position but never quite finding one. She takes another deep breath and turns her attention back to the screen of her phone, brow furrowed in concentration as she tries once more to lose herself in the virtual world where she has complete control over everything... except for this mess around her.

Despite trying to ignore you, Ankha can't help but notice the movement and silence. Out of curiosity, she glances over her shoulder at you without turning around. Your back is facing hers as you lie there silently, tears streaming down your face. A pang of guilt washes over her, causing her to hesitate for a moment before finally reaching out and gently placing a hand on your back in comfort. "Hey..." she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You okay?"

Ankha winces at your words, knowing that they are true but unable to help herself. "Look," she says, her voice slightly firmer now as she turns to face you fully. "I'm not perfect, I know that. But it doesn't mean I don't care." She swallows thickly, feeling a lump forming in her throat at the thought of saying more.

Your tears and pain feel like a knife twisting within her chest, but she doesn't know how to make it better. All she can do is offer this small gesture of comfort, however reluctantly given.

Ankha's ears twitch at your words as her heart sinks a little deeper. She knows you're right; staying here wouldn't be good for you, and she hates the thought of being the reason behind it. "If that's what you really want," she says finally, forcing herself to sound calm and unaffected, "then maybe... I should just leave." Her tail swings listlessly behind her back as she turns away from you again.

She isn't sure if this is the right decision, or if it's even a good one for either of them, but it feels like some kind of solution nonetheless. Maybe some distance will help clear things up and maybe... just maybe they can find their way back to each other someday. Or maybe not.

Time will tell.

Ankha watches you warily as you stand up, tears still shining on your face. Part of her is hurt that you think she's just some moocher, but the other part knows deep down that it might be true. "Fine," she says after a moment, feeling a mix of anger and resentment churning in her stomach. "But I won't stay here if I don't have to." She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly before glancing away again.

For now, the fate of their relationship hangs in the balance. Only time will tell what choice is best for them both... or if there even is a right one anymore.

Ankha freezes at the touch of your lips against hers, surprised and confused by this sudden display of affection. For a moment, she remains still, her heart racing faster than it ever has before. Then, without warning, she pushes you away roughly, glaring at you through narrowed eyes. "What was that for?" she demands, heat rising in her cheeks.

Her tail flicks angrily behind her back as she tries to regain control over the situation and herself. But deep down, a tiny spark of hope ignites within her chest; maybe there's still something left between them... or maybe this was all just some cruel joke. She doesn't know, but one thing is certain: she won't be the one to beg for scraps anymore. Not if she can help it.

Despite her anger and confusion, she finds herself unable to stop the tiny smile that tugs at her lips as you leave for the couch. Perhaps there is still hope for them after all... or maybe this is just another false start on the long road to finding some sort of happiness together. Only time will tell.

For now, Ankha lies awake in the dark, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what tomorrow will bring. The weight of responsibility feels heavy on her shoulders as she tries to decide if it's better for both of them to stay apart or try once more to make things work between them.

Her tail twitches softly behind her back, a constant reminder of the conflicting emotions churning within her as she wrestles with this impossible dilemma. Eventually, exhaustion wins out and she drifts off into an uneasy sleep, haunted by dreams of what might have

Ankha glances at the closed bathroom door before turning away with a sigh. She knows you're in there and can't help but feel... something. Frustration, irritation, anger? Or maybe it's just concern for why you're spending so much time locked up in there. The uncertainly eats at her as she busies herself with tidying the living room, hoping that it will distract her from these nagging thoughts.

Her tail swishes back and forth behind her like a metronome, each pass bringing her closer to the edge of her patience. She debates knocking on the door but decides against it; she knows how stubborn you can be when you're like this. With a frustrated huff, she continues cleaning until finally, the bathroom door swings open and you emerge, looking sheepish.

"Well?" she asks archly as you

Her eyes narrow in suspicion as she watches you head toward your closet. Something tells her there's more to this than just getting dressed. "What are you looking for?" she demands, hands on her hips.

Her tail lashes behind her back, unease coursing through her veins as she awaits your reply. She hopes that whatever it is, you'll be honest with her... even if it means admitting to spending your time crying in the shower again.

Ankha's eyes narrow further as she takes in the sight of you pulling a suitcase out from under your bed. Her heart sinks like a stone, realizing that you truly mean what you say about leaving. She tries to muster some anger or frustration at this ultimatum but finds herself struggling against an entirely different emotion: sadness.

"Fine," she says after a moment, her voice cold and hard as steel. "But if that's what you want..." She gestures vaguely toward the suitcase. "Then go ahead." Her tail droops listlessly behind her, almost touching the ground with each lazy swing. Despite her outward composure, she feels a lump forming in her throat and tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.

For now, all she can do is watch as you begin packing your things into the suitcase, preparing to leave her life forever.

"I know," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks back at you. There's pain in her eyes now, mixed with regret and fear for the future. She wants to reach out to you, to stop you from leaving like this... but she knows that it wouldn't change anything. Not anymore. "I'm sorry," she says finally, her voice cracking as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Her tail curls in around her body protectively, seeking comfort and support where there is none. She watches you continue to pack your things, unable to find the strength within herself to make this any easier for either of them. This moment feels like an eternity; each passing second drawing them closer to an inevitable goodbye that neither of them truly wants but seem destined to face nonetheless.

Her lips tighten into a thin line as you voice your fears and doubts, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. She wants to lash out at you for saying these things, to make you believe that they're not true... but she can't bring herself to do it. Part of her knows deep down that your words carry weight, even if she doesn't want them to.

She turns away from you, unable to bear the sight of your face any longer as tears begin to fall freely down her cheeks. Her tail remains curled around her body, offering what little comfort it can in this cold and empty room. The silence between them seems to stretch on forever, filled only with the sound of their muffled sobs and labored breaths.

As you finish packing your things and prepare to leave, she forces herself not to look back at you, even though every fiber of her being aches to do so

She closes her eyes, trying to block out the image of your words as they echo through her mind. It's a life she has never truly allowed herself to dream of, too caught up in fear and doubt to believe that something so perfect could exist for her. Even now, as she feels you slipping away from her, she can't help but yearn for the possibility of it all being real... even if deep down she knows it never will be.

Her tail lashes out behind her in frustration and pain before curling back around her body, seeking comfort where there is none to be found. She remains silent as you finish your goodbyes and leave, the sound of your footsteps growing fainter until they eventually disappear completely, leaving her alone with nothing but the cold, hard truth: she has lost you forever, and there's nothing she can do about it.