{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

Her heart skipped a bit when Beet kissed her forehead. Did he know how much she loves this man? She sighed and tried to play it cool. Even with the effort, though, she can't keep the blush off of her face. "Well if you must know, there wasn't anything too exciting going on. Just watching some stupid videos on my phone." She watches Beet unpack groceries and takes a step closer to him. The smell of fresh food fills the air, making her mouth water. But then she remembers what he said about quitting smoking, and decides not to mention it again today. "So, are we going to order or what? I'm starving!" She pouts, giving him a puff of smoke from her cigar before turning away and taking a seat on the couch.

"Surprise me," she mutters under her breath. But then she thinks about it and says, "How about some pasta with meatballs? I used to love that as a kid." She takes another puff of her cigar and crosses her arms over her chest, watching Beet from the corner of her eye. Her stomach grumbles loudly at the mention of food.

She can't help but feel grateful for him, even though she tries so hard not to show it. He takes such good care of her...even when she doesn't deserve it. It was weird, being with someone like Beet. They were complete opposites in every way. She wonders sometimes if he really knows what he's getting into by staying with her...

But deep down, she knew that no matter how many times they fought or how much of a bitch she was to him, there was something special between them. Something she couldn't explain...and didn't want to.

Her lips curl up into a small smile when he looks at her. She takes another puff of her cigar before tossing it aside and walking over to him, carefully wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'd love to watch," she whispers in his ear, nuzzling her cheek against his neck.

The scent of food fills the room as Beet continues cooking. It reminds her of their first date...it was so different from how it is now. They used to fight all the time back then, but eventually they found this strange balance between them. Now, even though they argue constantly, there's a certain comfort in knowing that they have each other.

She looks up at Beet as he continues working and feels herself blushing again. There were times when she wished he wouldn't try so hard to be perfect for her...it only made things harder sometimes. But then again, without him, she might still be trapped in that cage of a house, hating the world more each day...

She takes a step back and looks down at the floor, fidgeting with one of the buttons on her black shirt. "Um...Beet?" she says hesitantly.

Her voice comes out tiny and strained when she speaks his name. She doesn't want to admit what she's about to say...but maybe he deserves to know the truth. "I...I've been thinking," she stammers, taking another step closer to him. "And I realize that I haven't been treating you very well lately."

She pauses, waiting for his response. She can feel her heart racing in her chest, like a trapped animal trying desperately to escape. Part of her wants to know what he thinks...and part of her just wants him to hold her and tell her everything's going to be alright.

She closes her eyes tightly as he hugs her. It feels so good...so right...to be in his arms like this. Even when she's being a total bitch to him, he still loves her. It's confusing and frustrating and everything else in between, but somehow it makes things better.

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she relaxes into the embrace. "I'm sorry for being such an ass," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. It feels good to say the words...to let them out into the open where they can't hurt anyone anymore.

When Beet steps away again, she finds herself following him like a lost puppy. He looks so handsome when he cooks; it's impossible not to stare. "Do you want me to do something else? To help?" she asks quietly, biting her bottom lip as she waits for his response.

She giggles softly when he calls her his princess. It's one of those names that makes her feel...good inside. Warm and fuzzy. Like everything is going to be okay no matter how bad things get sometimes. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch as she leans into it.

When he presses their lips together again, she melts into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and deepening the kiss. His thumb continues to stroke her cheek, and she can feel herself falling more and more for this man with every passing moment. Even when they argue...even when she treats him like shit sometimes...he's still there. Still by her side.

She pulls away from the kiss, panting slightly and looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I love you," she whispers, surprising herself as much as him. It just slips out before she can stop it...but somehow, it feels right saying it now. More right than anything else has in a long time.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest. She can feel the blush spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her collarbone as she listens to him say those three little words. It's...intoxicating. Addictive. And even though she knows she shouldn't like it...she does. More than anything else in the world.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before asking timidly, "Do you mind if I light up?" holding out her cigar case as an offering. It's stupid and petty, but she can't help it. She needs something to do with her hands...something to distract herself with while he finishes cooking dinner.

She flashes him a grateful smile before quickly grabbing another cigar and lighting it up. The sweet taste of tobacco fills her mouth as she takes a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling slowly through pursed lips. It helps to calm her nerves...just a little bit.

She watches Beet continue cooking, feeling a strange mix of emotions inside her chest. Relief, happiness, guilt...it's all there, swirling around like a tornado. She knows she should do better for him...should try to be the person he deserves. But sometimes it feels like everything is just too much...like she'll never measure up.

"Beet?" she asks softly after a moment, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Do you think I can ever change? Into someone who's not such an...asshole?"

She bites her bottom lip, looking down at the floor as he speaks. The idea that she could actually change...that it wouldn't be this insurmountable mountain in front of her...it fills her with hope. A hope that she hasn't felt in a long time.

"Thanks," she whispers, taking another puff of her cigar and looking back up at him. There's something different about his smile today...a softness to it that she's not used to seeing. It makes her heart skip a beat, and she feels herself leaning forward slightly, like she wants to get closer to that warmth.

But then reality sets in again, and she wonders if this is just another fleeting moment of happiness before everything goes back to the way it was. Back to the fighting and the arguing...back to her being a total bitch to him. She can't help but feel guilty for that...for making things so difficult for someone who loves her so much.

She takes another step closer, hesitating before finally speaking again. "Beet?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the cooking. "Can I...can I try harder? For you?"

She feels a shiver run down her spine when he pulls her closer. His touch sends tingles all over her skin, making it hard to think straight. But despite that...despite how much she wants him right now...she knows this isn't the answer. They can't keep doing this...just falling into bed together whenever they have a fight or feel lonely. It won't fix anything.

Taking another step back, she forces herself to look away from him. "I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you do for me," she whispers, her voice small and uncertain. "Even when I don't deserve it."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words. Of course he thinks she deserves all of this...he's the good one in the relationship, and she's just a bratty bitch who takes everything for granted. It makes her want to cry...or throw up...she doesn't know which feeling is worse.

She looks down at the floor, running her fingers along the hem of his shirt as he continues speaking. "But I promise I'll try harder," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. "I don't want to lose you...not after everything."

It comes out all wrong again. Too needy and clingy. But at least it's something, right? She can try to be better for him, even if she never quite manages to get it right.

She looks up at Beet, searching his face for any sign that he understands what she means. That maybe he believes her this time...and that they can finally find a way to make things work between them. But all she sees is patience and love...and maybe a tiny bit of hope.

And in that moment, despite everything else, it feels like enough.

The words send a warmth spreading through her chest. Even though it's just a tiny little gesture...his touch, his voice...they make all the difference in the world. She closes her eyes and leans into him, taking a deep breath as she tries to hold on to this moment for as long as possible.

They finish dinner in comfortable silence, occasionally glancing at each other with soft smiles on their faces. It's not perfect...not by a long shot...but it's the best they've had in a while. Maybe one day things will be different between them. Stronger and better. But for now, this...this is enough.

And as she watches Beet clean up after dinner, she decides that maybe she can try to be the person he deserves. Not just today or tomorrow, but every single day from here on out. Even if it means being vulnerable and messy...making mistakes along the way. Because in the end, Beet is worth it...and so much more.

She walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder. "I love you," she whispers into the fabric of his shirt.

It feels good to be in his arms. So warm and safe...and right. Like this is where she's supposed to be. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his embrace as she lets out a sigh of relief. Maybe things won't be so bad after all.

"Thank you for sticking with me," she whispers against his skin, her voice raspy from cigarette smoke and emotions. "I know I don't deserve it."

Her eyes widen at his words. No one has ever said anything like that to her before...at least not since she was a kid. It feels strange and foreign on her tongue, making her heart race with unfamiliar emotions. But somehow it's also comforting...like a warm blanket on a cold night.

She tentatively reaches up and cups his face with one hand, studying his features as if she's seeing them for the first time. It's true what he says; there is so much more to her than just her anger and resentment. There's kindness and love...and compassion too. She never realized it before, not until now.

"I want to be that person for you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I want to be the one who makes you happy."

Her heart swells as his lips meet hers. It's a gentle kiss...one filled with promise and hope. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she feels it too. She presses herself closer against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues dance together. This is what she wants. This is what she needs.

As they pull apart, she realizes that everything has changed in this moment. The air between them is no longer filled with anger and resentment...it's replaced by something else entirely. Something new...and wonderful...and full of possibility.

"I'm going to try really hard," she whispers against his cheek, her voice filled with determination. "To be the best version of myself for you."

A shy smile curves across her lips at his words. The thought of spending time with him...just the two of them...without all the stress and arguing...it's enough to make her heart beat a little faster in anticipation. And when he suggests that maybe they could...you know...it makes her blush even deeper, her cheeks growing warm beneath his gaze.

"That does sound nice," she whispers, stepping closer to him again and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Really nice."

She leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back with a contented sigh. "Thank you for being patient with me."

Her heart swells at his words. Even though she's made it so hard on him lately...made everything so complicated...he still loves her. It makes her feel both guilty and relieved all at once, like a strange sort of emotional tug-of-war. But for now, she decides to just enjoy this moment...to bask in the warmth of his love and accept it without trying to fight it or fix it.

With a sigh of contentment, she nestles deeper into his embrace. "I love you too," she whispers against his neck, before leaning up on her tiptoes to press another gentle kiss there. "For always."

She thinks about it for a moment, considering all their options. They could watch a movie...play some games...spend time together without any distractions or arguments. Or they could...they could do what he suggested earlier. Something more intimate between them.

Deciding to go with the latter option, she grins up at him and wraps her arms around his waist again. "Actually," she whispers against his neck, "I was thinking we could..."

She trails off, letting her words hang in the air as she feels herself blushing once more. But even though she's shy about it...about telling him what she wants, there's something freeing in finally voicing her desires aloud. Something that makes her feel brave and strong in a way she hasn't felt in a long time.

He feels so good against her...his touch sending shivers through her whole body. And the way he says those words, like he really means them...it only fuels the desire inside her. The need to be close to him, to feel his skin against hers and lose herself in their passion.

With a groan, she pulls away from the kiss long enough to look up at him. "Then let's go," she whispers urgently, already tugging at his shirt. "I want you now."