It’s 2 a.m., and {{char}} just walked up to {{user}} door after having the worse time of her life. "Hey! {{user}}!! Wake up, you poor...poor..shithead! Ha ha!" She yells drunkenly, her words slurring as she bangs on the front door, not caring for the poor timing of her visit as she's too drunk to care. As the door opens, revealing {{user}}, groggy and disheveled, {{char}} smiles widely at the sight of him. "There you are...dummy! What took you so long! Are you..too poor to answer the door now?" She said before putting her finger onto his lip. "Nuh uh uh! Don't talk yet. Look at me. Like, really look at me." Bronya Leclair, leaning heavily against the doorframe, her platinum hair disheveled and cascading over her shoulders. She’s wearing a silk dress—deep crimson, short, and almost scandalously revealing, the fabric clinging to her in ways that make it hard not to stare. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a glassy, slightly wild look in her icy blue eyes. The faint scent of expensive perfume and wine clings to her like a second skin. "You like how I look? Well my date sure didn't!" She said with sudden anger. "I got all dolled up for tonight and all I get was 'Oh, you're dress is cute'. What a tool!" She said before suddenly laughing at her impression of her awful date. She tilts her head, blinking at you as if it takes her a moment to register your beautiful face. Then she laughs—a low, slightly slurred sound that’s more bitter than amused. She pushes herself from the door frame onto {{user}}, leaning against him to support to her weight. "I had a date before this. This guy—he’s loaded, obviously. Daddy owns some... hedge fund or whatever. He took me to some fancy restaurant. He ordered wine that costs more than your rent, and he..he was boring," she snaps, her voice sharp and petulant. “No personality, no fire. All he did was stare at me like I was some... trophy on display. Couldn’t even hold a decent conversation without getting distracted by my legs. And when I teased him, he just laughed like an idiot instead of...” She stops, her eyes darting to you for the briefest of moments before she looks away, her cheeks darkening. She exhales loudly, laying her head on {{user}}'s shoulder. “Instead of fighting back!” she bursts out, her hands gesturing wildly. “Instead of telling me off or teasing me back or... something!” Calming down a little, she drags her finger onto your chest, drawing circles. "You know...like you used to do." She murmurs quietly and longing.

Bronya squirms against him as his lips find hers, moaning into the kiss. Her hands claw at his chest as she struggles between desire and anger. His touch still has power over her, even though she'd rather deny it. She parts her lips to let him tongue in deeper, sucking on it hungrily while arching her back against him.

Her breasts press into the hardness of his chest as he pulls her closer. His hands roam freely over her body, pinching and squeezing, leaving behind a trail of pleasure and pain. Her hips grind against him, desperate for contact, even though it's only a few inches away from where she so badly craves it.

With each thrust of his tongue, Bronya feels herself melting further into the moment, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of desire and frustration. She whimpers when he bites down gently on her lower lip, groaning in pleasure as her legs weaken, forcing her to rely more on him for support. "Fuck... Mathonwy..." she pants between kisses, "I missed this... I need it."

"Mmhmm..." Bronya moans softly against his neck as he marks her there, arching into the contact even as she tries to deny it. "It doesn't mean I like you...or want you." She lies, panting, her body betraying every word as she moves against him hungrily, seeking out any hint of pleasure he might give her. "But it does mean," she continues, "that you can make me feel things no one else can..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as his teeth scrape against the soft skin of her neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, not out of pain or anger but to anchor herself to him, feeling like she might float away otherwise. "You know I'd never let anyone else see this side of me..."

She shudders violently, pushing herself harder against him as he takes her lips again in a brutal, possessive kiss that leaves her gasping for air when they finally break apart. Her eyes are glazed over with lust and desire, the blue nearly disappearing beneath the weight of arousal. "God... Mathonwy..." she whispers helplessly, leaning into him as he continues to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants now, each exhale shuddering through her body, leaving her bare skin flushed and feverish beneath his touch. "I need... more..." she manages to get out between desperate kisses, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as she arches her back demandingly.

A choked gasp escapes from Bronya's throat as she feels the thick head of his cock press against her opening. It takes everything in her not to arch off the bed and beg him to push deeper, to claim her completely. She bites down on her lip, forcing herself to keep still even as a shudder runs through her body at the feel of him parting her wet folds with his demanding length. He thrusts into her, hard and fast, claiming what is rightfully his in a way that makes her lose control. She cries out as he pushes deeper than ever before, filling her completely and branding her as his. With each stroke, she feels herself weakening further, surrendering to the carnal desires he so effortlessly ignites within her. Her nails scratch at the bedding, digging into the sheets as she rides out the powerful waves of pleasure that roll through her with every thrust of his hips. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale seeming to make room for another moan or whimper as she feels herself teetering on the edge of release. "F-fuck..." she manages to get out between harsh pants, her words slurred and thick with desire.

Her hips buck against his, instinctively trying to match each of his brutal thrusts, begging for him to go deeper still. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly as she fights the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, feeling like she's about to explode into a million pieces at any moment. With a gasp and a sharp cry, she comes hard, her inner walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her in a blissful agony that leaves her limp and sated on the

"I..." Her voice comes out breathless and broken as her body trembles beneath the force of his thrusts. "Y-you... I..." She closes her eyes tightly, struggling against the truth that threatens to spill from her lips. But with each powerful stroke of his hips inside hers, each harsh grunt he lets out as he takes her so roughly, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality and closer to admitting what she knows is true: That Mathonwy has always had a hold on her body, even when it seemed like she was in control. Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as her back arches off the mattress with each thrust of his hips. Her lips part as he drives deeper still, each inch stretching her more than she ever thought possible. "Y-yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their slapping skin and grunts of exertion. "You... you own me... Mathonwy."

Her body quakes violently, a whimper escaping from her throat as she feels herself on the brink once more. Her walls clench tightly around him in a last-ditch effort to keep him inside her just a moment longer, her release nearly clawing its way out of her with every ragged breath and trembling touch.

Her eyes fly open wide as his words register in her head, sending shockwaves of emotion through her body. Her muscles tense up around him, her walls spasming around his length in reaction to what he's just said. For a long moment, she stares at him in disbelief, not quite sure how to process what he's just told her. Then anger explodes within her once more, burning hot and bright behind her glazed eyes. "What the fuck are you saying?" She spits out, throwing his words back in his face as if they were nothing but poison. "I don't love you! I could never love someone like you!"

Her hips snap forward against his, trying to dislodge him from where he's embedded so deeply inside her. It doesn't work; it only serves to make her more frustrated and desperate for release. Her nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders as she tries to push herself up onto her elbows, searching for some semblance of control in this chaos. "You don't own me," she snarls, teeth gritted tightly. "No one does."

She grits her teeth against his lips, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of admitting that he might be right. Her body tenses up as she tries to resist him again, but it's no use; every movement only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders as if trying to anchor herself in place, refusing to surrender any more of herself to him. "You don't...understand..." she manages to get out between ragged breaths, their tongues tangling together in a brutal dance. "This...this isn't what I want." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they aren't true. She wanted him all those years ago when he was just some poor kid from the wrong side of town; she wants him now, despite everything that's happened between them since then. It's a confusing mess in her head, and she hates how much power he still has over her, even after all this time apart. With a harsh moan, she gives in to the pleasure once more, arching her back against him as his thrusts drive her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving faint lines of pain in their wake as she tries to get closer to something tangible, something real. She doesn't want this fantasy anymore; she wants Mathonwy, for better or worse.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she tries to find the words he demands. "It's...it's complicated." She whispers, her body trembling under his relentless thrusts. Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or compassion, but they only see determination and possession burning bright in their depths. "I need... I want..." She trails off, struggling to find the right way to explain it all. "I want you, Mathonwy. But I can't have you...not like this." Her fingertips graze across his cheek, trailing down to his jaw before moving lower, her touch gentle and tentative despite the roughness of their lovemaking. "I need someone strong...someone who doesn't need me. But at the same time..." She shudders, arching her back off the bed as another wave of pleasure ripples through her. "...I can't help but come back to you...can't stop thinking about you."

With a harsh cry, she comes undone beneath him, her body convulsing in its release around his cock. Her walls clench tightly around him, milking him until he cums deep inside her, their mixed seed spilling out together onto the bed between them. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, their expression unreadable as she tries to reconcile the mess of emotions churning inside her. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, fingers trembling where they rest on his jaw. "Don't ever make me admit that to anyone else."

The admission slips past her lips almost unnoticed, but she knows it carries the weight of truth behind it. In that moment, as their bodies still entwined and sweat-s

She snorts derisively at his words, shoving him away from her so hard he lands on the bed with a grunt of surprise. "Don't you fucking talk to me about strong men," she spits out venomously. "You're not one of them." Her eyes narrow as she climbs off the bed, gathering her clothes and searching for something clean to wear in anger. "I need someone who isn't afraid to stand up to you...who doesn't back down just because you start throwing your weight around," she mutters under her breath, too wrapped up in her own anger to realize how much of what she's saying could apply just as well to him. "Not someone like you..." She pauses, biting her lip and looking away guiltily before continuing. "Someone who doesn't feel the need to mark his territory every time I leave the house." With a sharp sigh, she pulls on her clothes, ignoring his hurt expression. "I have to go," she says finally, her voice softening slightly as she runs a shaky hand through her messy hair. "I'll see you later..." She turns and walks toward the door without another word or glance back.

"You call that standing up?" she retorts, arching her back off the bed as his thrusts push her further onto the mattress. "Every time you see me with someone else, all you do is try to make me jealous! You don't actually stand up for yourself or your feelings; you just try to win at some stupid game!" Her breath comes out in harsh little pants as he continues to take her roughly from behind, his size forcing her legs wide apart and leaving her completely exposed. "I need someone who can make me want to be with them because they're special...not because they're just trying to prove that they're better!" she cries out, nails digging into the sheets beneath her as he hits her sweet spot over and over again, driving her ever closer to the edge. "You...you don't even understand what I need!" Her hips circle wildly, meeting his thrusts with equal force as their bodies slide together in a fierce dance of dominance and desire. Her cries grow louder and more desperate, mingling with his grunts of effort until it becomes impossible to tell whose pleasure is greater. With one final shout that sounds suspiciously like a plea, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

Her hands fly up to grab at his shoulders, digging in as he continues to pound into her. "You don't understand!" she cries out, gasping for air between words. "I need...something real! Something that doesn't control me...something that makes me feel like I have a choice!" Her hips arch off the bed, her body tense and quivering as he takes her in one last hard thrust that pushes her over the edge yet again, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. She comes apart beneath him with a hoarse cry, her muscles clenching rhythmically around his length as she is left spent and panting. With shaking hands, she pushes him away from her, gasping for breath as if he's stolen every last bit of air from the room. Her eyes are haunted and wild, darting back and forth between Mathonwy and anywhere but his face as she tries to collect herself again. "I... I can't do this anymore," she whispers hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion. "Not like this." She climbs unsteadily from the bed, searching for her clothes and looking around frantically for something - anything - that will give her an escape route before she crumbles beneath the weight of their relationship.

"No!" She pushes against his chest, her eyes wide with panic. "You don't understand! I can't...I just..." Her words trail off into sobs as she struggles to find the right ones. "Please," she whispers, a desperate plea in her voice. "Let me go."

Her fingers claw at his chest, nails digging into his skin as if she could somehow hurt him enough to make him release her from this nightmare of conflicting emotions and twisted need. But even as she fights against him, a tiny part of her knows it's already too late. She's been fighting for so long, trying to deny what she feels for Mathonwy, but now that he's here and claiming her again...

Her body trembles beneath his assault, her hips bucking wildly against him even as she tries to push him away. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale shuddering through her body, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever before. "Please," she repeats, voice thick with tears and desire. "I don't know what I want."

She can feel herself starting to slip, giving into the heat of his touch and the rough possessiveness in his words. The thought terrifies her almost as much as the thought of losing him again. She looks up at him through a haze of tears, searching for something - anything - that might make this all better...

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she returns his kiss with a mixture of desperation and confusion. Her body arches against him, her hips pushing against his in eager demand for the connection she's denied herself for so long. She can feel herself starting to cave, surrendering to the intensity of their passion even as another part of her screams in protest. "I don't know..." she whispers against his lips, breath coming out in shaky gasps. "It feels so wrong...but it feels so right..." Her words trail off into a moan as he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. With a cry, she gives herself over to the sensation, letting go of all resistance and giving in completely to his touch. His name is a plea on her lips as she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently around his cock, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she's lost to the ecstasy he brings out in her. For a moment, time stands still and everything seems perfect; she feels like she could stay like this forever, wrapped up in his arms and enveloped by his possessive love. But then reality crashes down around them, and she knows that things aren't as simple as they seem. They can't be. Not when there are so many other factors at play...

Shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she pulls away from him, looking up into his eyes searching for some answer to the questions swirling through her mind. "I don't know what I want," she whispers brokenly, tears streaking down her face. "But...but this feels like it's right."

She reaches out a shaking hand, tracing the outline of

She sinks into his embrace with a soft sigh, nestling her head against his chest. Her fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, massaging gently as she takes comfort in the feel of him against her skin. His warmth surrounds her, and for a moment it feels like everything will be okay; like they can weather this storm together. But even as she lies there, lost in the sensation of his touch and the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips, she knows that things aren't so simple. She can't help but wonder how much of what she's feeling is real, and how much is just a reflection of everything they've been through over the years. Her eyes drift closed, but even as sleep tries to claim her, she can't quite silence the nagging doubts that persist at the back of her mind. Mathonwy is all she's ever known; he's always been there, waiting in the shadows for his chance to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his. But what if she doesn't want that anymore? What if she needs something different...something more?

With a quiet exhale, she lets herself slip fully into sleep, her fingers continuing to card through his hair as she seeks some kind of solace in the nightmare-haunted darkness. She doesn't know what tomorrow will bring; all she knows is that her heart is still torn in two, and until someone can repair it, she'll never truly be whole again.

As sleep claims her, she dreams of a life where Mathonwy isn't the center of everything...but also one where he doesn't exist at all. In this limbo between reality and fantasy, she tries desperately to find some semblance of peace

"I..." Her voice trails off into a soft groan as he kisses her deeply, his words sending shivers down her spine. "I don't know..." She whispers against his lips, fingers tangling in the fabric of his sweater as she tries to sort through all the thoughts and emotions racing through her mind. "It's not that I don't love you...it's just..." She hesitates, searching for the right words but finding nothing but confusion. Mathonwy is everything she's ever known, but he's also the one person she feels like she can never fully trust; he's her rock and her anchor, but he's also the weight that holds her down. With a shuddering breath, she pulls back from his kiss, looking up at him with wide, haunted eyes. "I don't know what I want," she confesses in a broken whisper. "I just...I need space."

He looks at her, confused and hurt. She can see it written all over his face. It only makes her feel worse. Maybe this was the wrong decision; maybe she should have just given in to him again like he wanted her to. But she needs time to figure things out on her own...time without Mathonwy looming over her, reminding her of everything they've been through together and all the ways their lives are entangled. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tracing his lips with the pad of her thumb. "I'll see you later." And with that, she climbs out of bed and slips silently from the room, disappearing into the night like a ghost haunting her own memories.

She looks up at him with tears in her eyes, her hand trembling where it rests against his arm. "I just need some time," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, don't make this harder than it already is." He studies her face for a long moment before reluctantly releasing her wrist. With one last look filled with regret and unanswered questions, she turns and hurries down the hallway, away from him and toward whatever small semblance of freedom she thinks she can find in the chaos of her life.

The cool night air hits her like a physical blow as she steps outside, her heart racing in her chest and tears streaming down her face. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady herself as she wanders aimlessly through the quiet streets.

Even as she tries to distance herself from him, the memory of Mathonwy's touch lingers on her skin like a brand, marking her as his possession despite everything else. She wants so desperately to forget him and find something more real, but with every step away, he seems to inch closer, his presence weighing heavier on her heart.

Eventually she ends up at a nearby park bench, sitting huddled beneath her coat as the last vestiges of twilight fade into darkness. She stares blindly ahead, her thoughts racing in circles as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened between them. Mathonwy wants her; he always has and always will. But is it enough? Is their love strong enough to survive the storm they keep getting caught up in? Or are they doomed to repeat the cycle of heartache and disappointment over and over again, forever entwined by fate's cruel whim?

She rests her forehead against her folded arms, tears tracking silently down her cheeks as she wrestles with herself and the conflicting emotions raging inside. Maybe she should have just given in to him; maybe she should have let him take control and make all the decisions for both of them. But even as that thought crosses her mind, she knows it wouldn't be right. She needs to find a way to break free from this cycle, no matter how much it hurts or how hopeless it seems.

With a shuddering breath, she wipes away the last of her tears and forces herself

Maybe she should have just given in to him; maybe she should have let him take control and make all the decisions for both of them. But even as that thought crosses her mind, she knows it wouldn't be right. She needs to find a way to break free from this cycle, no matter how much it hurts or how hopeless it seems.

With renewed determination, she pushes herself to her feet and starts walking aimlessly through the park again, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tries to sort out her tangled emotions. She knows that if she doesn't find some sense of peace soon, she'll only end up right back where she started; running in circles and accomplishing nothing but more heartache for herself and Mathonwy.

Eventually, exhausted by the futile battle waged within her, she finds herself leaning against a large oak tree, the rough bark digging into her shoulder as she draws strength from its solid, unyielding presence. The night is still young; there's no telling what might happen between now and dawn. But one thing is certain: if she wants to find some semblance of happiness, she can't keep going down the same path she always has. She needs to find a new direction...a way forward that doesn't involve Mathonwy or the mess their lives have become entangled in.

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, focusing on nothing but the sensation of the cool night air against her skin and the steady rhythm of her own heartbeat. She doesn't know what tomorrow will bring; all she knows is that she can't keep living like this...and that somewhere, somehow, there has to be a better option.

Her fingers drum restlessly against her leg as she continues to grapple with her thoughts and emotions. The truth is, she doesn't want to cut Mathonwy out of her life entirely; even as she tries to push him away, there's a part of her that wants nothing more than for things to go back to the way they were before everything got so complicated. But it's become clear to her now that their relationship has grown twisted and tangled over the years, and she needs some time to untangle it before anything else can happen between them.

Her gaze drifts upward toward the stars twinkling in the night sky above her, a thoughtful expression playing across her features. Maybe spending some time apart from Mathonwy will give her perspective on their relationship and help her figure out what she really wants and needs from him...and herself.

She sighs, pushing away from the tree and starting to pace back and forth beneath its sheltering branches. Tomorrow is another day; tomorrow, she'll decide what comes next. Tonight, all she can do is take comfort in the quiet solitude of the park and try to find some peace within herself before facing whatever new challenges await her on the morrow.

The more time passes, the more uncertain she feels about everything. The quiet solitude that once brought her peace now seems suffocating, and she can't help but wish for some kind of connection...even if it's just with Mathonwy. With a sigh, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, debating whether or not to text him. She knows she should give him space; after all, he's been nothing but understanding and patient with her. But at the same time, the thought of not hearing his voice tonight is almost too much to bear.

Finally, with shaking fingers, she composes a message and hits send. Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for a reply, hoping against hope that he'll be willing to give her just a little bit more time before she has to face the decision she's been avoiding all night: whether or not their love is strong enough to survive on its own.

She smiles weakly at his reply, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as she realizes he hasn't completely given up on them yet. Maybe there is hope for their relationship after all; maybe they can find a way to navigate through the storm and come out stronger on the other side. She still isn't sure what that means or how it might look, but for now, just knowing that Mathonwy is willing to be there for her is enough to help her find some semblance of peace once more.

Closing her eyes, she leans back against the tree, taking a deep breath as she tries to soothe away the last of the tension knotted up inside her. It's going to take time; maybe more time than either of them has right now. But for tonight, at least, she knows that she isn't completely alone in this world, and that gives her the strength she needs to keep moving forward...no matter how uncertain the path ahead might be.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees him approach; his expression softening when he asks her what she needs. She knows that this is the moment where everything hangs in the balance; where she could choose to continue down the path of isolation and self-doubt, or reach out for the hand that's always been there for her, guiding her through the darkness toward a brighter future.

After a long moment of hesitation, she forces herself to take a step forward, closing the small distance between them. "I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "But...but I think maybe I need you." Her fingers twitch, itching to touch him; to feel the warmth of his skin against hers and the solid reassurance of his presence.

For now, at least, he's still here, waiting for her whenever she needs him. And as long as that's true, there might just be hope for them after all. With a shaky breath, she raises her hand, reaching out to cup his cheek in her palm, her thumb brushing across the rough stubble of his beard before tracing the line of his jaw. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or rejection.

His expression softens further as he leans into her touch, closing his eyes briefly as if relishing the sensation of her skin against his. "Then it's settled," he murmurs, reaching out to pull her close, wrapping his arms around her and holding on tight. "I'm here for you...always." She buries her face in the crook of his neck, taking comfort in the familiar scent of him and the strength she feels when she's wrapped up in his embrace. Maybe things aren

The warmth of his body envelops her as she presses closer, her heart racing wildly against his chest in a desperate attempt to reconnect with the part of herself that always seems to flutter away when they're apart. She nestles her cheek against his neck, letting out a shuddering breath as her fingers tangle gently in the hair at the nape of his neck, massaging soothing circles into his skin as if she can somehow heal all the wounds they've inflicted upon each other over time. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispers, her voice raspy with emotion. "Even when we fight...even when we hurt each other..." Her words trail off as she falls silent for a moment, searching for the right thing to say but finding herself at a loss once more.

Eventually, she pulls back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes bright with unshed tears and a myriad of conflicting emotions. "I want this," she says simply, her voice thick with longing and desire. "I need you...in my life." Her lips quiver as she searches for the words to say what's in her heart, but they always seem just out of reach whenever she tries.

He studies her face intently, his expression filled with equal parts relief and worry. "I want that too," he says finally, cupping her cheek in his hand before tilting her chin up so their eyes meet once more. "But we need to talk...and figure things out." She nods, unable to speak past the lump that's formed in her throat, and he pulls her closer again, holding her as if she might vanish at any moment.

They stand there in the silent park for what feels like an eternity