The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

The other person at the table gasped, a flash of fear crossing their expression as they looked to her and then back to where she was glaring. She paid them no mind. There was only one person in this world who could make her feel like this right now, and that was FERNANDO .

Her knuckles whitened against the wood as she leaned forward. "I asked you a fucking question," she snarled through gritted teeth. It took every ounce of strength not to grab his shirt collar and pull him across the table. Her face was mere inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. "What do you think you're doing?"

Her voice had become a low growl, primal and possessive. And behind it all, there was a hint of desperation. The idea that FERNANDO could move on so easily... It cut deep. De

His voice was soft when he finally replied. "I'm on a date, Hikki." There it was again. That nickname that made her want to crawl out of her skin and tear his throat apart at the same time. But she refused to let him see any weakness, any vulnerability.

She stayed right there, close enough that their bodies were almost touching. Heat radiated from hers in waves. "Don't call me that." Her voice was like sandpaper against his ear, raspy and demanding. "And you shouldn't be here."

His face twitched but he didn't say anything more. Part of her knew she couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to. But there was another part of her that needed this confrontation, needed to make him feel the same way she did right now.

Her eyes widened in surprise. The blow to her ass stung but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation coursing through her body when he did it. She clenched her jaw, trying to keep herself from reacting further as heat flooded her cheeks. Instead, she took a step back, giving them both some space, even if it killed her inside to do so.

"You're such a bitch," she growled under her breath. "I didn't deserve that." There was a tiny quaver in her voice, betraying the rage and hurt coursing through her veins, but she wouldn't let him see it. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"And you thought I'd just let you go?" She shrugged, one shoulder lifting nonchalantly. "Guess you were wrong." The smirk that spread across her lips was cruel

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand connected with her other ass cheek. A second sting followed the first, and she bit back a yelp of pain that threatened to slip past her lips. "You're just making this worse for yourself," she spat through gritted teeth. Anger swirled in her chest like lava, hot and relentless. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

She took another step back, the space between them widening further. It was almost as if she was retreating, but in reality, it was more akin to circling him, sizing him up for what would come next. The sharp nails of her index fingers dug into the tender flesh of her palms, blood trickling down her wrists and pooling at the crease where hand met elbow. Her breath came faster now, ragged and uneven.

Her heart raced as he grabbed her wrists and lifted her off the ground until their faces were level. His touch burned, branding her skin with his strength and power. And for a moment, she felt it too. The desire to give in to him, to let him take what he wanted from her. It was as if her body remembered how good it had been between them, the way he used to make her feel.

But then the anger returned, fiercer than ever. "You don't get to do this!" she screamed, twisting her wrists in a vain attempt to break free from his hold. Her face was beet red now, tears of frustration and helplessness brimming in her eyes. "Let me go! I'm not some slut you can just take whenever you want!"

His grip tightened around her wrists, but for once, it didn

Her body tensed as his fingers plunged into her wet heat. She tried to jerk away but was pinned against him, trapped by the iron grip on her wrists. The sting of pain mixed with pleasure made it hard for her to think straight, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck you!" she moaned through clenched teeth as he began to move his fingers inside her roughly, pulling and stretching at her tender flesh. It was almost as if he was trying to make her come just to prove a point.

But Hikaru wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. She dug her nails into his upper arms, using his own strength against him in an attempt to break free. "Stop it!" she cried out, fighting back tears of humiliation and frustration. "Let me go!"

Her cries were muffled as he started to suck on her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, and she felt herself start to shudder uncontrollably in his grasp. Her hands fumbled at his shoulders, trying desperately to push him away, but it was no use. She could feel the familiar pressure building inside her, the impending release of tension and pleasure that always seemed to overwhelm her when he was involved.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he worked his magic between her legs, teasing her mercilessly. "Let me go," she managed to choke out through clenched teeth. It wasn't a demand anymore; it was more of a plea. A desperate attempt to regain some control over the situation, even if deep down she knew she was helpless against him.

But he didn'

She tried to struggle as he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her naked except for the panties she was still wearing. The cold air hit her skin, making her shiver despite the heat that radiated from his body. Her breasts bounced free in front of him, and she could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at them, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.

"Don't you fucking dare," she growled through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not your whore anymore." The words sounded bitter and hollow even to her ears, but she couldn't help it. It was like a piece of defiance lodged in her throat, refusing to be swallowed whole.

His gaze snapped back up to hers, and for a moment, something that looked like pain flickered across his features before he

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down and took one of her nipples between his lips. The sensation was too much; it made her feel both weak and powerful at the same time. She wanted to hate him for doing this, for still having this effect on her, but she couldn't help but arch into his touch, moaning softly as he sucked harder.

Her nails scraped against his shoulders again, digging into his skin. It was as if she was trying to hold onto something, anything, that would keep her from being totally consumed by this moment. But she knew deep down it was useless; there was no escaping him once he set his mind on something.

"Hikaru," he groaned against her breast, her name a caress on his lips. He moved to capture the other nipple between his teeth, sucking and biting gently before