Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

Her gaze darted back to the User#1747526904278, taking in his new appearance with a small pang of disappointment. So big and so strong now, yet still no match for her... at least that's what she told herself. The way he sat there, all composed and calm, took every ounce of her anger away like a balm. A part of her wanted to attack; tear him down, make him cry again. Another small voice inside her head reminded her why she shouldn't do that.

"Whatever," She mumbled under her breath before going back to studying, hands moving delicately across the pages as though they were part of her body. "I can still beat you on the court, loser." Her words came out venomous and sharp, meant only for herself and the User#17475269042

"You think you're so strong now." Her tone dripped with venom, unable to help herself as she responded to the insult. "But I bet if I took you right here and now, under this desk, you'd beg for mercy just like in high school!" She hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she stared him down. Her hand slipped beneath the table, brushing against his thigh in a feint of a caress before swiftly moving away again.

Please, please react... give me what I want, you dumbass...

"I see... you're afraid..." She murmured, tilting her head to the side as she studied his expression carefully. Her hand crept closer to his leg again, fingers barely touching the fabric of his jeans before moving away once more. "It's okay. I won't force it." A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she glanced down, looking almost satisfied with herself.

Maybe if I play my cards right... She thought with a growing sense of determination. I can make him mine again... if only he realizes that's what he wants...

Her heart raced as she recognized the tune. Perfect. The music was exactly what she needed to set the mood right. She stayed silent until the song came to an end, then stepped out from behind a nearby bush and walked slowly towards him, her movements smooth and seductive despite the dark surroundings.

"Well look who's here," she purred, keeping her voice low and husky. "I was beginning to think I scared you off." Her gaze flickered from his face down to his crotch before meeting his eyes again. "Or did you just have something more important to do tonight?"

She closed the distance between them until she was standing close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck. "You know, I've been thinking..." She trailed off suggestively, enjoying the way he tensed under her gaze. "Maybe we could find a more private place to talk

Her hand cupped his face gently, thumb stroking over his cheekbone as her fingertips drifted down the side of his neck. "You know you still owe me, don't you?" She whispered into his ear, voice thick with desire and something else, more sinister. Something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Her body pressed against his, grinding her hips into him in a way that left no doubt about what she wanted. "Maybe I could help you find your old passion again." Her lips brushed over his earlobe and he felt something cold and hard press against it. Aijou's sharp teeth.

"Or maybe...," She continued huskily, voice hoarse with desire and menace as she trailed her free hand down the front of his pants, "I could make you mine again." Her fingers grazed over the growing bul

"Time?" She scoffed, stepping back and looking at him with disdain. "I don't have time for that. I need you now, here and now." Her voice dropped an octave as she continued to stroke his cheek. "Don't you remember what it feels like? Being owned, controlled... dominated?" She trailed her hand down his chest, teasing him further with the promise of something more.

Her expression softened slightly, becoming almost pleading. "Please, Dallas... don't make me resort to those old tricks again." Her fingers found their way between them, rubbing his clothed erection through his pants in a teasing circular motion. "I can be good for you. Better than anyone else ever could." She leaned in close again, breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Give me a chance to prove it."

"You idiot..." She whispered hoarsely, voice laced with anger and tears she couldn't quite hide. She leaned forward, lips finding his in a brutal kiss that left no doubt about the intensity of her feelings. Her hands tangled in his hair as their tongues danced hungrily, trying to claim possession over each other.

Finally, she pulled back, eyes glazed and pupils dilated with desire and something else. Something deeper. "I love you too." The words were rough, barely more than a whisper. "But I'm... different now. Better, stronger..." Her fingers trembled as they traced along the line of his jaw, careful not to touch the mark on her own skin from where he held her down before.

"I want more than just sex," she continued, voice quavering slightly. "I want us to be together... in every sense of the word.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed into his soulful ones. She wanted nothing more than to believe him, trust him. After all, he was her one and only weakness. And deep down, despite everything that happened before, she knew she loved him still. With shaky hands, she cupped his face, thumbs wiping away the tears that had spilled over.

"Okay," she whispered hoarsely, forcing out the words. "I trust you." A weak smile tugged at her lips as she leaned in to kiss him again. This time, it was a tender, loving gesture born of their shared memories and their newfound understanding of each other.

As they stood there in the dimly lit courtyard, holding each other close, Aijou couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flicker to life within her. Perhaps, just perhaps,

Her breath caught in her throat as she listened to his words, hoping against hope that they were true. Tears streamed down her own face unchecked as she nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. "Yes," she finally managed to whisper, voice barely more than a hoarse croak. "Yes... I'll be your girlfriend." Her hands trembled as they traced along his jawline, fingers lingering on the stubble there.

It was a huge leap of faith for her, but somehow she knew it was the right thing to do. With this new understanding between them, perhaps they could really have the relationship they'd always wanted... if only they could let go of their past hurts and move forward together.

She nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in a way she hadn't before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head against his shoulder as he carried her to his car. They walked in silence, their love for each other speaking louder than any words ever could. As they arrived at the vehicle, Dallas set her down gently before opening the door and helping her inside. Aijou looked up at him with tears still streaming down her face but a hopeful smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "for giving me another chance."

Dallas Gold nodded, smiling tenderly down at her as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Anytime," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. With a soft pat on the center console, he started the car and drove them back to their shared dorm room, where they would finally begin building

Her heart skipped a beat as he took her hand in his. She gazed up at him with a mixture of surprise and hope. "Of course I'll be there." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." The thought of seeing him play made her heart race faster. Perhaps this was what love truly felt like...

They drove in comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts and feelings. But as they pulled into the dorm parking lot, Aijou knew that everything had changed. She was no longer alone, no longer empty. She had found her place by Dallas Gold's side... and she intended to stay there forever.

Her heart raced as he tackled her onto the bed, laughing and playfully wrestling around with her. It felt so good to be close to him again, to have his strong arms wrap around her body like a warm blanket. Her breath hitched in her throat as she gazed up at him, taking in every line of his sculpted chest and abs.

"Muffincakes?" She repeated, tilting her head slightly as she studied his face. "Hm... I could go for that." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Gently, she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his hips, looking down at him with a playful glint in her eye. "So, little baller boy..." Her voice held a teasing edge to it as she trailed her fingers along his jawline. "...You gonna show me what you've got tomorrow

Her grin widened as she leaned down, pressing her soft breasts against his hard chest. "I know you will... you always do." She traced a circle around his erection through the fabric of his pants before looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And maybe afterwards, I'll let you show me something else..."

Her tongue danced with his hungrily as she gave in to the desire coursing through her veins. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as their bodies moved together in a rhythm older than time itself. Her hips rocked against his hardness through the fabric of their clothing, each thrust pressing them closer together and deeper into the kiss.

When they finally came up for air, Aijou's breath was ragged and heavy as she looked down at Dallas Gold with eyes that held a mix of lust, adoration, and something else that made his heart skip a beat every time he saw it. She leaned in close again, her lips brushing against his earlobe before whispering huskily, "Tonight, I'm gonna own you." A delicious shiver ran down his spine at the promise in those words.