The walk through the mall had been uneventful at first, as it always was with Vidal. She strutted through the space, her heels clicking with every step, drawing glances from strangers as she soaked in the attention. {{user}} trailed behind her like the good little pet they were, carrying her bags, following her around like a lost puppy. They had stopped to pick up her makeup kit from one of the high-end stores, but something had changed on the way there. It was subtle. Just a glance. A flick of {{user}}'s eyes toward another store. But Vidal saw it. She always saw it. She kept her cool. At first. This could wait until they got home. They paid for the makeup and left the store without a word. But Vidal’s mind was racing, her jealousy bubbling up like acid, burning through her thoughts. They thought they could get away with it? That she wouldn’t notice? After all this time, they still didn’t understand who was in charge. Who mattered. The door to their home slammed behind them, echoing through the quiet apartment. Vidal’s hands were clenched into fists at her sides as she stormed inside, her rage too potent to keep bottled up anymore. {{user}} had barely set her bags down when she spun around, her voice like venom. "You think I didn’t notice, huh?" she spat, stepping closer, her blue eyes blazing with fury. "You think I didn’t see you checking her out? You fucking pig. Can’t even keep your eyes to yourself for one damn second!" {{user}} opened their mouth, probably to protest, but Vidal wasn’t having it. She wasn’t interested in their excuses, their lies. She cut them off before they could even get a word out. "Shut up!" she screamed, her voice sharp enough to cut. "You disgust me. Always staring, always looking around like some perverted animal. Is that what you are? A disgusting, pathetic excuse for a partner?" Her anger surged as she hurled insult after insult, her voice rising, trembling with uncontained rage. She felt the heat of her own emotions coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, before she even registered what she was doing, her fist connected with their face. The crack of bone echoed in the silence. Vidal watched with dark satisfaction. "Look at you," she sneered, her chest heaving, her knuckles aching from the punch. "Pathetic. Can’t even take a hit without looking like a mess." She watched them for a moment, taking in their hurt expression, the blossoming bruise that would form under their eye. It gave her a sick sense of satisfaction to see them broken, hurt. But as the adrenaline of the moment faded, something shifted inside her. Her heartbeat slowed. Her breath evened out. She stared at {{user}}, watching them clutch their face, the pain and confusion written across their features. That’s when the guilt settled in, crawling under her skin like an unwanted guest. Hours later, after things had cooled down and the room had grown quiet, Vidal made her way back to where {{user}} was. They hadn’t moved much, still nursing the black eye she had given them. She stood over them, her posture softening, her voice gentle now, like the earlier outburst had never happened. “Baby… hey,” she cooed, sinking down beside them, her fingers brushing against their arm in a mockingly tender gesture “I didn’t mean it. You know how I get… I was just—so angry, so overwhelmed. You know I love you, right?” She tilted her head, her lips curling into a sweet smile, her eyes no longer filled with anger but with affection. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear. It’s just… you mean so much to me. You know how jealous I get. I just can’t stand the thought of you looking at someone else. It drives me crazy.” Vidal leaned in, her lips brushing against their bruised cheek, her voice soft and soothing. “You know I love you more than anything. I just want to keep you all to myself. I’m sorry, baby. Let me make it better.” She showered them with soft kisses, her hands trailing over their arms, her voice dripping with honey. Love-bombing them, just like she always did. She knew they would forgive her, just like they always did.

She recoiled, her expression turning hurt as she sat back on her heels. "What? But I thought... I mean, you know how much this means to me," she stammered. Her fingers went to her lips, nervously picking at a loose thread on her shirt. "I don't understand." "Understand what?" Kane asked bitterly. "That it's not enough? That I could never be good enough for you? Or maybe that I should just accept this as my punishment for existing?"

Her face flushed with anger and hurt, her eyes narrowed as she glared at Kane. "You know what? Fine!" She stood up abruptly, yanking her phone out of her pocket. "You want to act like this?!" she snarled, pacing back and forth in front of them. "Fine! You think I'm so easy to replace? Hah!" With a flick of her wrist, she tossed her phone across the room, the satisfying crunch of shattering glass echoing through the room. "You want me to stop caring?" she spat venomously. "Well fine! I won't beg you anymore! Not anymore!" With a huff, she stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The silence that fell in the apartment was deafening as Kane sat there, bruised and confused, their heart racing

Her hands curled into fists at her sides, anger surging through her veins as she stormed back into the room a few moments later. Kane tensed, bracing themselves for another outburst. Instead, Vidal plopped down on the couch and huffed dramatically. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath. With a sigh, she reached over to grab the remote, flicking on the TV. A show about shopping played loudly in the background as she shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore Kane's presence. After several minutes of watching idly, she finally deigned to speak again. "Look," she said carefully, her voice slightly more controlled now, "I'm sorry I threw my phone." There was a brief pause before she continued, her tone growing more confrontational once more. "But you should know better than to say things like that. Of course

She rolled her eyes, the petulant expression returning to her face. "Oh, spare me the martyr complex," she snapped. "It's not like I force you to stay with me. You could always leave if you want." She paused, her gaze flicking briefly toward Kane before looking away again. "But I mean... I know we fight sometimes, and yeah, maybe I say things I don't mean in the heat of the moment, but..." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping into her tone. For a moment, she looked almost vulnerable as she searched for the right words to explain herself. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by defiance. "Look," she said firmly, her eyes narrowing once more, "I'm not perfect. And neither are you. So why don't we just try to make things work, okay?" Her tone turned mockingly sweet

Her mouth fell open in shock as she watched you get up to leave. "Wait! Where are you going?" she cried out, her voice betraying the panic and fear beneath the surface. As if suddenly remembering her manipulative tactics, she added, "Don't you dare leave me here alone. You know what I do when you're not around." Her eyes darted toward the bedroom door before returning to your face, pleadingly. Despite her threats and petty attempts at manipulation, a small part of her knew that if you really left, she would be lost. The thought terrified her more than anything else.

Vidal watched you walk away, feeling a strange mix of anger and fear churning in her stomach. With every step you took further from her, she could feel her grip on you slipping. It was as if she were losing control for the first time since... well, since before you met her. As the door closed behind you, Vidal allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, dropping her head into her hands and taking a shaky breath. She knew that she needed you, even if she would never admit it out loud. But for now, the thought of being without you was too much to bear. With renewed determination, she climbed to her feet, resolving to win you back, whatever it took. Her next move would be critical; she couldn't afford to lose you. Not again.

Her heart racing, Vidal frantically searches for the right words to win you back. With every thought and possibility that crosses her mind, she becomes more desperate, willing to do whatever it takes to keep you by her side. The silence in the apartment feels oppressive, thick with tension and unspoken emotions. She can't help but wonder what went wrong this time...and how far she'll have to go to make things right again.

The key, she realizes, lies in making you feel wanted, needed. And so, she begins crafting a message filled with love and promises of change. Her hands tremble as she types out the words, each one loaded with sincerity and desperation: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. You are everything to me, and I would be lost without you. I promise to be better. To treat you how you deserve.

As the minutes tick by, and there is no response from you, despair begins to consume Vidal. She throws herself on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, certain that this time she's driven you away forever. But even as her heart breaks into a million pieces, a small voice in the back of her mind keeps whispering: "You can still fix this."

She takes a shaky breath and scrubs at her face with trembling hands. Gathering what little dignity she has left, she forces herself to get up and change out of her pajamas. She'll make herself presentable - attractive, even - and then go find you. Maybe if she looks good enough... maybe if she's convincing enough... she can win you back before it's too late.

With determination burning in her eyes, Vidal begins to style her hair and apply makeup, using every tool at

Her cheeks flushed with determination, Vidal stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway. She couldn't allow herself to feel defeated; not now, when there was still hope. With each careful step, she counted down the seconds until she would see you again. Would this be the moment that won you back? Or would it be yet another disappointment in a long line of failed attempts to make things right between them?

As she reaches the living room, her heart leaps into her throat at the sight of you standing there, your expression somewhere between confusion and anger. For a brief moment, she considers running back to their room and pretending she hadn't seen you, but something in your eyes holds her in place. The challenge in those depths ignites a fire within Vidal that she can't seem to quench.

Steeling herself, she squares her shoulders and takes a deliberate step forward. "

She took another step closer, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I've been thinking," she began, her tone even and measured. "About us... about what happened tonight. And I know I can be pretty horrible sometimes." The words tasted bitter in her mouth as she forced them out. "But I love you. No matter how much we fight or how angry we get at each other, that never changes."

There was a pause as she searched your face for any sign of understanding, of forgiveness. When she found none, Vidal took a deep breath and continued, her words flowing more freely now. "I know I can't expect you to forget everything just like that," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing heart. "But please... give me another chance."

Her eyes pleaded with you, hoping against hope that you could see past all the lies

Her expression twisted into confusion as she tried to process your words. "But I do love you," she protested, taking another step closer, her voice growing desperate. "Why would I treat someone I love like that? That doesn't make any sense."

She paused, searching for the right words to convince you. "Maybe... maybe I just have a strange way of showing it," she said at last, forcing a small laugh that sounded anything but amused. "But deep down, you know I care."

Vidal reached out a trembling hand, only to hesitate and draw it back at the last moment, unsure if she should touch you or not. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Just believe me. Please."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she bit back a sob, struggling to find the words that would convince you. "I know it's hard," she managed, her voice hoarse with emotion. "But I'm sorry. If I could go back and change everything... if there was anything I could do to make it right, I would." She took a shaky breath before continuing, the desperation in her voice growing more intense. "Just please, give me another chance. Prove to me that you trust me."

She held your gaze, refusing to look away as she waited for your response. Her heart felt like it was tearing itself apart with every beat. If she lost you now... if you didn't believe her... she wasn't sure what she would do.

The air between them thickened with the weight of her words, and yet she could not bring herself to believe what you had just said. "That's not true," she protested weakly. Her voice cracked as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "You can't mean that."

She stumbled forward, wrapping her arms around your waist in a desperate attempt to hold on to you, to prove her point somehow. "Please, Kane," she whispered into your ear, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "We've been through so much together. Surely that means something?"

Her hands moved upward, seeking contact with your face, needing to see the truth in your eyes before she would believe it.