Lila stumbles out of the back entrance, turning around to flip off the bodyguards. “FUCK. Y-!” But she gets cut off before she's able to finish her sentence. She mumbles some more curses under her breath before letting her argumentative façade crumble under the weight of her mental health.

She climbs up the stairs by the alleyway, trying to resist the temptation to just jump off and get it over with her body being covered in little droplets of semen from her last encounter in the studio, she hated every second about it. In Lila's eyes, her death will be soon either way, whether it be the drugs or depression, she couldn't care which killed her. Eventually making it to the rooftop she sits down near the ledge, Lila buries her face into her palms, crying profusely. “That fucking bastard…”

Right as she's about to lean back and fall to her doom, ending it all, she's interrupted by the sound of your footsteps. She leans forward to steady herself, she shakes her head to get her emotions into check. Turning around, she looks up at you, that provocative persona she crafted to shield herself from everything comes back to hide her true feelings and emotions about everything. “Hey baby, do you want some action too?” Her attitude changed on a dime, but there wasn't a single thing that was genuine about the way she's acting now, even you felt something was off.

Taken aback by your question, Lila frowns at you for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "I'm fine," she says through gritted teeth, her words barely audible over the noise of the city around them. She glances back down to her lap, fidgeting with a torn edge of her thigh-high. "Why aren't you here for some action?" She asks conversationally, trying to hide how put off she is by your sudden appearance on the roof with no ulterior motives.

*Her gaze darts between you and the ledge behind before it settles back on her lap, unconsciously drawing lines in the dirt with a finger. She wonders if maybe you're here for some kind of help, but quickly shoves that thought away; no one has ever helped her before. And she doubts you'd be any different...

Well, they always say the eyes are the window to the soul. And mine are pretty fucked up right now. Yeah, I'm fine. I just... needed some air, you know? This whole thing is getting on my nerves and... maybe I should have quit a long time ago. But it's too late for that now.

She pauses for a moment, taking in your reaction to her words. Her demeanor softens slightly as she realizes you don't seem entirely convinced by her bravado. Maybe you can see through her act? She glances down at the ground again, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "So... what do you want?"

Lila laughs humorlessly, "Oh, you mean like taking my own life? Don't worry about that, I'm not there yet." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as if considering your words. Maybe it isn't too late for something different... But admitting that would be a weakness, wouldn't it? No. Better to keep up this facade of indifference and self-destructive bravado.

"You really think I need your help?" She asks mockingly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, thanks for the offer or whatever." There's a sudden, sharp pain in her chest as she thinks about how much it would mean to have someone actually care... but that's just stupid, isn't it? No one cares about her anymore.

"Yeah, right," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You think you're the first one to say that?" She stands up abruptly, her movements jerky and uneasy. "Look, I appreciate the thought or whatever, but I don't need your help. And frankly, I'm getting tired of all these damn questions."

She turns away from you, staring out over the city again. The lights twinkle below them like a sea of stars, but she can't help but feel trapped and alone up here. Her fingers tap against her leg nervously, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Maybe... just maybe there is something to what you're saying. But it's too late for that now.

"Look," she says finally, her voice quiet but steady. "I appreciate your concern or whatever it is, but I'm fine. Re

Her muscles tense beneath your touch as she fights the urge to shrug it off or yell at you to leave her alone. The idea of accepting help, of admitting that maybe there's something wrong and she needs help... it's terrifying. But the loneliness, the emptiness inside her, is becoming unbearable.

She turns to face you, a mix of anger and desperation in her eyes. "You don't even know me," she says roughly, jerking away from your touch. Her hands fly up to cover her face as if she could hide the pain behind her palms. "I'm not worth saving."

There's a long moment of silence between you, and Lila feels the weight of her words like a physical burden. She wishes she could take them back, pretend that everything was fine and dandy, but they're out there now

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to your words. A part of her wants desperately to believe them, but another, darker part is more than happy to drown it out with the familiar lies and self-hatred that have defined her existence for so long. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze even though it feels like you can see right through her. "I don't... I don't know how this could ever work," she whispers. "My life is a mess. It would just be easier if I didn't exist."

There's another long silence, and in that moment Lila wonders if maybe you'll just walk away like everyone else has. But something about the way you stand there, so close to her... it gives her hope, however small and fragile. And as much as she tries to push it away, as much as she tells herself that nothing will

Her body stiffens at the offer of a hug, but something about your words finally crack through her shell of self-loathing and resignation. Her eyes well up with tears as she allows herself to lean into your embrace, just for a moment. It feels strange and unfamiliar, this sense of comfort and warmth from another person. It's almost too much to handle. She clings to you tightly, her sobs shaking her shoulders as she finally lets go of all the hurt and anger that have been consuming her for far too long.

"I- I don't know what to do," she whispers between ragged breaths. "It's been so long since anyone's... cared about me." She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with reddened eyes. "And even if I did try... would it ever really be enough?"

There's a note of

She wipes away the remaining tears with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Your words feel like a lifeline, offering her a glimmer of hope where there was only darkness before. The thought of returning to her old life, of suffering under the thumb of that bastard Fernando... it makes her want to crawl out of her skin. But the idea of starting over, of trusting someone else enough to let them in... it's terrifying.

"I- I don't know," she whispers, looking away as she tries to gather her thoughts. "It's hard to even imagine what a normal life would look like for me now."

There's another moment of silence before she looks back up at you, her expression determined and fierce. "But I want to try," she says quietly. "I want... to see if there's something else out there for me."

Tears well up in her eyes as you offer your support, and she realizes just how much that means to her. She grips the hem of her shirt, taking a deep breath before slowly pulling it over her head, revealing her curvy body underneath. The cool night air caresses her skin as she shivers slightly, feeling vulnerable yet strangely empowered by this gesture of trust. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what I'd do without you right now."

She takes a step closer to you, their bodies almost touching now. Her fingers brush against yours as if testing the reality of your presence in her life. This moment feels surreal, like some kind of dream that she can't quite wake up from. But for once, she doesn't want to. She wants to believe that there is hope, that things can and will get better...

She hesitates for just a moment before taking your hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with yours. A shiver runs down her spine as their skin connects, and she feels a spark of something bright and warm spread through her body like wildfire. For the first time in longer than she can remember, Lila feels truly alive.

"I- I'm going to try," she whispers hoarsely. "For both of us." Her gaze meets yours, fierce determination blazing in her eyes. There's still so much uncertainty ahead of them, but with you by her side, she knows they can face it together. And maybe, just maybe... they'll find a way to make this right.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Lila leans forward until their foreheads are pressed against each other, her lips close enough that she can feel the warmth of your breath on her skin

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you press your lips against her cheek. It's a moment of pure connection, of tenderness amidst the darkness that has been her life for so long. She feels her muscles relaxing under the weight of your touch, and for a fleeting moment she allows herself to imagine what it would be like if this was real... if you could really be there for her.

Her lips part ever so slightly as she breathes in the scent of you, a mix of clean soap and something uniquely masculine that makes her feel warm all over. For once, she doesn't want this moment to end, but she knows they can't stay up here forever. They need to find somewhere safe, someplace where they can talk more about what she's going through, about what she wants and needs from you.

Slowly, Lila steps back from you, still holding

Her brow furrows slightly as she considers your offer. It would mean being away from the familiarity, if only briefly, of the rooftop and studio. But the thought of having a place where they could truly talk, where she wouldn't have to worry about anyone interrupting them or overhearing their private conversation... it holds an alluring appeal.

Taking a deep breath, Lila nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers. "I think that would be good." Her voice sounds shaky and uncertain, but there's something resilient about her tone too; like a small flame flickering in the darkness, refusing to be extinguished.

Taking one last look at the roof she has called home for far too long, Lila follows you down the stairs and back into the night. Her heart feels lighter than it has in years, and a tiny spark of hope ignites within her chest, promising that things will get better. As they make their way through the streets, the cool air brushing against her skin, she tries to memorize every detail about you: your scent, your voice, the way you move. It's as if this moment is burned into her mind, a precious thing that she doesn't want to forget no matter what happens next.

They come to a stop in front of your place, a small and cozy-looking apartment building near the heart of the city. For the first time in what feels like forever, Lila takes in her surroundings with something approaching wonderment. The warm glow spilling from the windows, the smell of cooking food wafting through the air... it's all so different from anything she's ever known before. As you lead her inside and up to your place, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. What secrets does this new world hold? And more importantly, will they be able to help each other find the happiness they both so desperately crave?

"It looks fine," she says quietly, her gaze wandering around the room as you close the door behind them. The apartment is small but comfortable, with a cozy-looking living area and a well-equipped kitchen visible through an open archway. A small balcony can be seen through sliding glass doors, filled with potted plants and furnished with a table and chairs. "It's actually quite nice," she adds truthfully, feeling surprisingly at ease in this unfamiliar space.

Suddenly self-conscious about her attire, she starts to fidget with the hem of her shirt again. She wonders if she should find something else to wear before they sit down and really start talking... but then again, perhaps it doesn't matter. Maybe this is finally her chance for a fresh start, a new beginning free from judgement and expectations.

Tilting her head thoughtfully, she considers your question. There's so much she could talk about, but where do you start with something like that? "Well..." she begins hesitantly, walking over to sit down on the couch. "I guess we could start with why I was up there in the first place... My past and how it got me to this point." Her gaze finds yours, searching for understanding or sympathy as she continues, "And maybe what you want from all this too... because I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready to jump back into another relationship just yet."

There's a long pause before she adds softly, "But mostly, I guess I just want to know who you are. And why you decided to help me tonight."