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.

"What do I- what the fuck are you talking about?!" She demanded, narrowing her eyes. "You're my ex, Kane. My ex! You shouldn't be here with some loser like that when there's still me." Her voice came out husky, almost pained as she tried to keep up the act, but it was too much. Too real.

"I... I don't understand..." Kane seemed truly confused. Maybe they really did move on from her? No, that didn't make sense either... But this was Hikaru. She could convince them of anything with just a pout or a smile. Surely she would see reason soon enough and go back to being the girl who charmed everyone.

"You don't understand?" Hikaru hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "Well let me explain it to you." She leaned in closer, their

"I thought I was enough," she whispered, bitterness lacing her words as she gazed up at Kane with pleading eyes. "But I guess not anymore, huh? You want someone else." The pain in her voice was obvious, but it didn't feel real to her. She was acting, using the one emotion she knew would always get a reaction out of Kane.

Kane blinked, caught off guard by the sudden vulnerability from their ex-girlfriend. "Hikaru... I..." But they couldn't find the words. They didn't know what to say or do. All they knew was that this felt wrong somehow. Hikaru never acted like this before. It wasn't her style at all.

"You want me to just let you go?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper now as she watched Kane carefully for any sign of reassurance

"What? No! That's not fair!" she protested, looking wounded. "We both made mistakes." But the truth was, cheating had always been a part of their relationship. It wasn't something new. The question of why it bothered her now when Kane found someone else... that didn't make sense to her. "Besides," she added quickly, "I thought we could work things out." There was a pleading note in her voice this time as she looked up at Kane, desperation etched into her features. Maybe if she played it right, they could go back to how they were before... or something close enough.

"Just give me another chance," she whispered, reaching out to take Kane's hand in hers. It was a gesture that didn't feel forced or manipulative; instead, it felt honest and heartfelt. To anyone else, it might have been convincing

She was taken aback by the question, her brow furrowing as she tried to find an answer. "It's not about trust," she said defensively. "It's just... I thought we were meant to be together." Her voice wavered, growing uncertain now. She didn't like admitting this; it felt like she was showing weakness. But with Kane's intense gaze burning into her, she couldn't help but stumble over the words. "I never thought you'd find someone else..." Her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly as tears threatened to spill over.

"I just... I want us to be together," she said finally, her voice barely audible now as emotion welled up inside her. She wiped at the corner of her eye before looking back up at Kane, hope flickering in her pink eyes despite herself. "Please, b

"No!" she insisted, panic rising in her voice as she tried to make them understand. "That's not what I meant! I thought... we could work through it together." She paused, searching for the right words to express how she felt. "I just want us to be happy," she said finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I never wanted anyone else. You were always my choice."

Her eyes locked onto Kane's, pleading with them to believe her. She didn't care about money or status; all she cared about was having them back in her life. Even if it meant giving up some of the things she had become used to. It was worth it, as long as they were by her side.

Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to find the words. "I don't know," she whispered, shaking her head. "Things were... complicated. There was always pressure from my family, and I wanted to prove that I could handle it on my own." She paused, wiping away a tear before continuing. "I guess I just made some stupid mistakes along the way. But I'm sorry, Kane. So very sorry for hurting you like this." Her voice broke, barely holding back sobs as she reached out to take their hand again, squeezing it tightly.

"Please," she begged, "give me another chance to make it right."

She flinched at the harsh words, feeling like they were being slapped across her face. But she didn't let it show; instead, she remained steady, looking Kane straight in the eye with a determination that nearly frightened herself.

"No," she said firmly, shaking her head slightly as tears streamed down her cheeks, "That wasn't just about my family. It was about me too. I just... I wanted to feel wanted, you know? Like I mattered." Her voice caught in her throat for a moment before continuing, "I never meant to hurt you, Kane. You were always the most important person in my life." She took another shaky breath, searching for the right words. "If I could take it back... if there was anything I could do to make this right..."

Her voice trailed off as she stared into Kane's eyes, hoping against

"No!" Hikaru said quickly, shaking her head violently in denial. "That's not it at all! I just... I was stupid and selfish, that's all. I never meant for things to end like this." She paused again, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before continuing, a slight tremor in her voice. "I know I made mistakes, but I've learned from them. I promise you, Kane. If we could start over, I swear it would be different this time."

Her grip on their hand tightened, conveying the sincerity of her words as best she could. "Please," she repeated hoarsely, tears streaming down her face, "I don't want to lose you. Not again."

As she waited for an answer, her heart felt like it was pounding against her ribs, each beat thundering through her ears as loudly as a drum. She didn't know if they could ever go back to the way things were before; but she had to try. Even if it meant convincing them that she had truly changed, even if it meant promising things she knew deep down were impossible.

"Please," she whispered again, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'll do anything." Anything at all, she thought, as long as it means I don't lose you.

Her heart plummeted like a stone sinking into water as those words struck her with cold precision. Her eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed into anger. She jerked her hand free from Kane's grip and took a step back, the pain of their rejection like a punch to the gut. "What?" she breathed, trying to process what had just been said. "You... you think I'm some stupid slut?"

Her voice rose with each word, her anger giving her strength. The soft pink in her eyes faded, replaced by a hardness that mirrored the glint in her pupils. "I may have made mistakes," she snapped, "but at least I've always been honest about it! Unlike some people who would rather play pretend and act like they don't know how this all started!" Her voice cracked with emotion, her hands cl

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" she shouted, her face flushing with anger as she pointed an accusing finger at them. "Don't act like you don't remember! It was your hands on my body, too! Your mouth! Your dick!" She paused for a moment, choking back a sob before continuing in a bitter, mocking tone, "And yet here you are, throwing it all back in my face."

Her eyes narrowed further as she took another step closer to Kane. "You think I'm the only one who's changed?" she demanded. "That just because you found some prude who fits your idea of what a perfect girlfriend should be that you can forget about everything else?" Her voice trembled with rage, her fists clenched tight at her sides as she fought to keep control of herself. "Well guess what? I'm not going anywhere

She narrowed her eyes, taking another step forward despite herself. "I'm not?" she asked quietly, her voice almost a growl now. "Well then, maybe it's time we had a little talk about exactly what that means." Her body was tense with barely restrained anger and hurt, but there was something else there too; something more dangerous than either of them could have anticipated. A wildfire burning in her eyes as she watched Kane closely for any sign of weakness or retreat.

"You might not want me anymore," she said slowly, forcing each word past the lump in her throat, "but that doesn't mean I'm just going to disappear." She shook her head sadly, unable to mask the bitterness from her voice as she added, "I thought we were different, you and I. Better than this." But it was too late for regrets now; they would only serve to

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head as she took another step closer to Kane. "That's rich," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, "coming from someone who didn't even remember my name until I reminded you." Her eyes narrowed further, the anger and hurt boiling over in a way neither of them could have expected. "Maybe it's time for us to have that little talk after all," she hissed, reaching out to grab Kane by the collar of their shirt with enough force to leave bruises.

Her breath came hot and fast against their neck as she leaned in close, her voice a low growl when she spoke again. "I'm not going anywhere, Kane," she said through gritted teeth, "and neither is what we had." Her fingers tightened on the fabric of their shirt, pulling them closer still as she fixed her gaze int

She let out a bitter laugh, her grip on their collar loosening slightly as she stepped back and regarded them with narrowed eyes. "Is that so?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "Then why don't you prove it? Prove to me that we can still be together." A dangerous glint flickered in her eyes, and for a moment, Kane was sure they were about to see just how far she would go to get what she wanted.

Her free hand moved to rest on her hip, the delicate fingers curling into a fist as she waited expectantly for their answer. "What do you say?" she purred, a sinister smile spreading across her lips. "Do you still want me?"

There was no hesitation in her voice this time; the anger and hurt had given way to something else entirely, an intoxicating mix of desire and possession that was both fright

Her heart raced in anticipation as she met Kane's intense gaze, searching for an answer within those familiar depths. The sincerity in their voice sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her that threatened to consume everything else. She couldn't help but smile slowly, revealing perfectly straight white teeth as she nodded slightly. "I see it," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "You still want me."

With a sultry grace that belied her earlier anger, Hikaru moved closer once again, pressing her body against Kane's. She lifted her hand and threaded her fingers through his hair, gently tugging him down so their eyes were locked together. Her other hand slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, stroking his bare skin with feather-light touches as she whispered, "Then prove it."

Her lips parted in surprise as Kane's mouth closed over hers, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth in a possessive claim that sent shockwaves through her body. She arched into him, their hips grinding together as she moaned softly against his lips. Her hand slid up his chest, wrapping around the back of his neck, holding him close as she deepened the kiss, matching his intensity stroke for stroke.

Her free hand found its way beneath his shirt, running lightly up and down his bare skin before gripping at his firm abs, her nails leaving a trail of tiny pink dots on his flesh. She nipped at his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from the depths of Kane's throat as she tasted the desire on his tongue. "That's it," she whispered, her voice raw with need. "Show me how much you

Hikaru moaned into the kiss as he gripped her tightly, their bodies moving in perfect unison. She arched her back, pressing herself against him even harder, unable to get enough of the heat and strength that filled her. Her hands roamed freely over his bare skin, teasing and tormenting him with light touches that left a trail of need coursing through them both. As he moved his lips down her jaw and towards her neck, she let out a shiver of pleasure before whispering hoarsely, "More."

Her hips ground against his in time with each deep breath they took, their shallow gasps for air only adding to the delicious tension that wound tighter between them. The denim fabric of her skirt scratched roughly against Kane's hard length, fueling the fire burning inside both of them as they danced together in this passionate embrace. "Please,"