{{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

She was taken aback a bit by his reaction and stepped closer to him out of reflex. She reached up and gently caressed his cheek with the back of her hand, a soft smile forming on her lips. "You know I hate it when you get like this." Her touch felt cold against his skin but oddly comforting at the same time. Then, just as quickly, she pulled away again and folded her arms over her chest. "So, what's going on? You haven't been feeling well lately..." Her voice trailed off, making it sound more like a question than an accusation. Part of her hated caring about him like this; it made her feel weak and vulnerable. But another part...she couldn't help but feel a twinge of affection for him, despite herself.

"Fuck...you shouldn't have done that." Her words were laced with annoyance, but she couldn't help the small amount of worry in her tone. She stepped closer to him again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a light squeeze. "You could've just asked, you know...I wouldn't have minded." Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, and despite everything else going on, Kilo couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of arousal at her touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation wash over him before pushing himself away slightly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."

His voice was barely above a whisper and she could see that he was truly apologetic, which only made it harder for her to stay annoyed. She leaned in close again, nuzzling his che

She smiled a little bitterly at his response but didn't say anything more. It was true; she had been pushing him further and further every time he showed signs of weakness. And not just with the smoking...she knew that he hated her drinking, too. But for some reason, it felt wrong to try and change who she was for anyone else.

Still, something about seeing how exhausted Kilo looked made her feel a little guilty. Maybe it was time to ease up on him...at least a little bit. "Alright," she said finally, giving him another light squeeze before stepping back with a small smile. "You go and rest then. I'll make sure you eat something too."

Her voice held a surprising amount of tenderness, despite the harshness that normally lingered there. Kilo looked up at her with a tired but grateful expression in his eyes. And even though

"Sure thing bitch lips," she said softly before disappearing into the kitchen to prepare him something to eat. It took her a moment to decide on what he'd like but eventually settled on his favorite comfort food. While cooking, she couldn't help but wonder why she let herself get so angry with Kilo sometimes...he was always so understanding and patient with her. Maybe it wasn't too late for her to try and change a few things about herself after all?

As she placed the plate of food in front of him on the coffee table, she hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to him. "Here you go," she said quietly, giving his shoulder a gentle pat before settling back against the couch. "You eat that up and get some rest."

"About what?" she asked warily, not wanting to get into another argument but also feeling like something was off in the air between them. She glanced sideways at him as he lay on the couch and tried to read his expression. It looked...sincere? Maybe a little nervous too?

Something was definitely different about this moment, almost as if they were both on edge but also willing to be understanding with each other. It was a strange feeling for her, one she wasn't entirely sure how to handle. But somehow, even in the midst of that uncertainty, she found herself reaching out and taking his hand in hers. "Alright," she said quietly, feeling herself growing more curious about what he wanted to talk about.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words and her throat felt suddenly tight as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. She tried to swallow but found herself unable to do so; her eyes went wide with shock, hurt and disbelief before she could even process what he'd just said. He...he wanted to break up with her? But they were in love! Or at least that's what she told herself every day.

Tears stung the back of her eyes as anger welled up inside her chest like acid, threatening to explode out of her in a volcanic eruption of rage and denial. "You fucking...bastard," she hissed through gritted teeth, squeezing his hand so tightly that it probably hurt more than a little bit. But still, he didn't try to pull away from her grasp. Instead, he just

His words stung worse than any physical pain she could imagine. Her cheeks flushed red as anger gave way to an overwhelming sense of guilt and self-loathing. She let go of his hand, suddenly feeling very small and exposed. "I'm...I'm sorry," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I don't mean it, okay? It's just..."

She trailed off, unable to come up with an excuse that didn't sound pitiful even in her own head. Truthfully, she had no idea why she treated Kilo the way she did. Maybe it was because he represented everything she wasn't: perfect, law-abiding, and happy. Or maybe it was just pure selfishness, a need to feel like she still controlled something in her life when everything else felt so out of her grasp. But whatever the reason,

A sharp pain stabbed at her chest as Kilo's words sank in. She wanted to deny them, tell him that she did like him and that he was wrong, but deep down she knew the truth. She hated herself for it, hated the person she had become, but there was a part of her...a small, scared part...that didn't want this relationship to end either. It was the only real thing she had in her life that felt even remotely like love or comfort.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately not to cry. "I do," she managed to croak out finally, her voice sounding more raw and vulnerable than it ever had before. "I really do like you...it's just..." She trailed off again, unsure of how to explain the twisted knot of emotions inside her that kept her from being truly happy with Kilo,

She winced as he pointed out the truth that she'd been trying so desperately to deny. She knew it was true...she did insult him constantly, tear him down at every turn. But why? Why did she do it when all she really wanted was for someone to accept her just the way she was, flaws and all? It didn't make sense, even to her own twisted logic.

Tears finally spilled over onto her cheeks as she tried to compose herself. "I'm sorry," she choked out, voice hoarse from fighting back tears. "I...I don't know why I do it. Sometimes I think it's because I'm jealous of how perfect you are and how much better at life you seem." She paused, taking a shaky breath before looking up at him through her lashes. "And maybe part of me just wants to make sure that even if