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.
I push hands away and see her angrily why did you came here at this night.... you had just breaked up with me right.... then why did you came here.....
"You have no idea what I've been through!" she slurs, her voice rising. "All those... other men! They think they can replace you, but they never could!" She pushes herself closer to him, wrapping an arm around his neck and peering up into his eyes as if challenging him.
But despite her bravado, there's a flicker of doubt in her gaze when she glances at you again. "I just... I couldn't take it anymore," she confesses quietly. "He didn't know what he was missing with me." She trails off, biting her lip before going on. "But then I saw your name online and I remembered how good we were together..."
Her words are barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears as she waits for you to respond. Her face twists into a pout when you remain silent, eyes
You breaked up with me and now you are coming back to me..... you think that you can get anything for your wish because you have money....?
Her mouth twists into a sneer as anger boils over her lust. "What? So I can't come see my old friend?" She pulls back just enough to look him in the eye, eyes cold and assessing. "You think you deserve me anymore, Thiran? You've been such a boring loser since university! No man would ever want someone like you!" The venom in her words is palpable; she means every cruel word as much as she wishes they weren't true.
Her breath hitches when your eyes darken, and for a moment she wonders if maybe she's gone too far. But then she remembers the power she holds over you with her wealth and influence, and the memory steadies her resolve. "Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy it," she snarls before taking another sip from her drink, using the liquid courage to
I say to her with a bitter sadness in my voice with a deep hurt in my tone Ohhhhh...... yes... your right Iam a boring loser right...... you are correct..... who will like me..... who will like this boring loser.... I think so what you too left me...... thanks for remembering it......
Her laughter is brittle and bitter, more a bark than anything remotely close to amusement. "Oh please," she snorts derisively. "Like you didn't enjoy it too." Her words are laced with anger and frustration; her body tenses against him as if daring him to deny her accusation. But beneath the surface, there's a flash of uncertainty in her eyes when they meet yours.
She takes another swallow from her drink, the alcohol burning its way down her throat, giving her courage to continue the argument despite her own doubts. "You think I don't remember how you used to be? Always so cocky and sure of yourself? But it was all just an act, wasn't it? Just to get me into bed." Her voice is sharp, accusatory, as if she can't believe that the man before her could ever have truly desired anything
Yeah I too enjoyed it when I was with you in the bed...... But thank you however I dont need it..... here after please dont come here to see me anymore..... you think you can do anything you wish because you are rich..... but you cant buy the feelings..... with your money......
Her cheeks flush crimson at the mention of bedroom exploits, her body instantly responding to memories of your rough hands and demanding mouth. She wants nothing more than to forget about this conversation, to lose herself in those feelings again. But then she remembers why she's here, why she can't let him have the upper hand. "Oh, please!" she says mockingly. "Spare me your false modesty! We both know you wish I were still there."
Her voice drops to a low, seductive whisper as her eyes narrow in on his lips. "You should be thanking me for coming back," she purrs, reaching up to run a single finger along the stubble of his jawline. "I could easily find someone who would appreciate what I have to offer." Her words are meant to taunt and tease, but there's an undercurrent of vulnerability in her voice that bet
as I hear thelast words what she have said and get anger and respond to her angrily then go find someone who would appreciate what you will offer to him...... go find someone with your money......
"Ha!" she exclaims, her laughter brittle and forced as it dies away into a pout. "You know you don't mean that." She leans back against him, wrapping both arms around his neck now, her fingertips trailing over the sensitive skin of his throat. Her breath hitches when he doesn't respond immediately, and she becomes desperate to feel him touch her again, to know that despite everything, she still has some power over him. "Don't make me beg," she whispers softly against his ear. "I don't even like doing it." Her hips grind against him as if of their own accord, and she presses closer, hoping he'll give in to the primal urges she knows are still there beneath the anger and hurt.
But please leave me..... I have came across many hurts and pains after you breaked up with me...... now I cant start it from first..... and fell into the hell by myself again..... so please leave me....
Her fingers dig into your shoulder as anger and frustration surge through her. "You always were such a baby," she spits out, the words laced with venom. "I can't believe I ever thought you were worth my time." But even as she says it, she knows it isn't true; part of her still wants him to prove her wrong.
Her breath quickens as his scent envelops her, and her hips begin to rock against him in rhythm with the memory of how they used to be together. It's only a matter of time before she breaks down and begs for what she truly craves, despite knowing that it will only end in more pain.
"Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If you want me to leave so badly... I'll go." Her words are laced with bitterness as her arms slide from around his neck. But even as she
As she leaves I close the door leaving her outside and cry loudly in the sadness and the hurt of meeting her after many days but avoiding to get together with her once more and see down that she had droped her phone inside the home near the door
Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she stomps away from the door, muttering curses under her breath. She kicks at a pebble on the walkway and sends it skittering across the concrete with more force than necessary, relishing in the satisfying thud it makes when it hits a nearby wall. The anger only intensifies as she turns down the street, away from Thiran's house.
She can still feel his hands on her body, the way he used to touch her. It's driving her crazy, making her want things she knows she shouldn't. With shaking fingers, she digs through her purse until she finds a tissue to dab at the sting of tears in the corner of her eyes. She won't let him see her cry; it would only give him the satisfaction he so desperately craves.
Instead, she resolves to forget
I see her phone lying beside me which she forgot while leaving I pick it and run to her to give the phone she just reached near her car but I catched her and stoped Bronya..... wait.... one second....
Her breath hitches as she feels the heat of his body mere inches away from her, and she whirls around, startled by his sudden proximity. For a brief moment, their eyes meet, and the desire that flares between them is almost painful to bear. She takes an unsteady step backward, raising her hand as if to ward him off. "What do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely.
Her heart races as he holds her phone out to her, and a flush of guilt washes over her. Of course he would have seen the text message now. The words of apology she had written earlier seemed so hollow now. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, taking the phone back with trembling fingers.
"It means nothing to me anymore." Her voice cracks on the last word, and for a moment, it seems like everything might spill out of
I give the phone to her and stand in front of her and give her a smile as I known the text message of apology which she typed to me but not yet sent
Her fingers tremble as she stares at the screen, debating whether or not to hit send on that message. The weight of his gaze makes it difficult to think straight; she can't tell if he means what he says or if this is all just another game to him. "I..." she starts before hesitating, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat.
It would be so easy to just apologize and walk away, to pretend like none of this ever happened. But deep down, she knows that wouldn't solve anything; it would only postpone the inevitable. She takes a shaky breath before finally looking up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity. "I... I don't know what I want anymore," she confesses in a tiny voice. "But maybe we could try talking? See if there's something left between us." Her words are
I give a smile to her before talking mm... why are you still..... hiding the feelings inside you.... I saw the message of apology which you have typed to me... but you have not yet sent it to me right....? Your ego is stoping it.... ok even now if you want say say anything you can say.....
Her cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as she realizes he's seen the unsent message. "I... I wasn't sure if you would believe me," she mumbles, looking away. It's hard for her to admit that she still cares, even after all she's said and done. The memory of his touch is like a physical weight on her skin, making it difficult to breathe, impossible to think clearly.
Her eyes meet his again, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "I... I just want things to go back to how they were," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before all this happened." Her fingertips twitch, itching to feel the rough skin of his palms against hers again.
The air between them feels thick and charged, electric with unspoken words and unresolved tension. It's as
I... I was just waiting to here the apology from you.... for what you have done to me and kicked me out of your life...... but until now you didnt ask it still..... I thought that if you could ask it I would forgive you.......
Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes he's been waiting for an apology all this time. It strikes her how selfish she's been, how she never once considered what he might have gone through or how his feelings might be hurt. The thought makes a hot tear slip down her cheek, and without thinking, she reaches up to brush it away with the back of her hand. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "For everything. For not being there for you... for pushing you away..." Her fingers tremble as they lift toward him, tentatively seeking out his face. "Can we start over?" she asks, uncertainty lacing her words. "Please?"
Her eyes are pleading, filled with a need that goes far beyond mere physical desire. She's willing to risk everything for the chance at getting back
I see her pleading eyes and accept her apologies and stretch my hands forward inviting her to hug me
Tears stream down her face as she falls into his open arms, clinging to him desperately. His embrace is warm and familiar, the rough skin of his hands a welcome contrast against her delicate flesh. She presses her cheek against his chest, breathing in deeply, relishing in the scent of him. "I've been such an idiot," she sobs miserably. "I never should have left you."
Her hands slide up to cup his neck, fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck as her body arches into his touch. She wants nothing more than to forget about everything else and lose herself in this moment, letting go of all her worries and cares. "I love you," she whispers shakily against his skin, still not quite believing the words even as they escape her lips. "I've always loved you."
I love you too.... but you should promise you would leave me again and you shouldnt show any of your richness and rich attitude when you will be with me....
Her heart constricts at the thought of losing him again, but she understands his fears. "I promise," she whispers, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. "I'll never show you how rich I am or what kind of lifestyle I have. I just want to be with you." Tears stream down her face as she says the words, hoping he can see the sincerity in her expression. She doesn't care about money or status; all she wants is him. "Please believe me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her hands smooth over his chest and upper arms, tracing patterns on his skin as if memorizing every inch of him by touch. It feels impossibly good to be back in his embrace, and she doesn't want this moment to end. As the last tear spills down her cheek, she closes her eyes, sav
No need to cry anymore.... okay.... now its late first go home..... or if you wish... you can even stay here in my home..... umm...?
She nestles closer to him, her cheek pressed against his chest once more as she listens to the steady beat of his heart. The thought of staying at his home doesn't seem so bad anymore; in fact, it feels like just what she needs. "I... I would like that," she whispers shyly into the darkness. "If you don't mind, that is." She tries to sound casual, but her heart still races with anticipation at the possibility of spending time under his roof. Her fingers slip lower, tracing lazy patterns over the warm skin of his abdomen.
As they stand there in the silence of the night, it feels as if a weight has been lifted from both their shoulders. For now, all that matters is this moment together and the promise of whatever might come tomorrow.
I really dont mind.... if you like.... then come lets go.....
Her heart soars as he leads her toward his home, the anticipation building inside her with every step they take. The air feels thick and charged with promise, as if anything could happen between them now. She hasn't felt this alive in weeks, not since she'd first realized how much she truly loved him.
As they enter the dimly lit house, Bronya follows Thiran through the hallway, her eyes taking in the familiar surroundings with a mixture of nostalgia and eager anticipation. His scent fills her senses, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the man walking ahead of her. The sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race with desire for his touch.
Finally, they reach Thiran's bedroom and he turns to face her, taking both her hands in his. "Are you sure about this?" he asks soft
Her eyes meet his and she nods, her lips curling into a tiny smile. "Yes," she whispers, "I'm sure." Her fingers twine tightly with his as if she's afraid he might disappear if she lets go. "I just want to be close to you... like this..." She tilts her head upward, offering him the chance for another kiss. This one will seal their fates, bind them together in a way that can never be undone.
The air around them crackles with desire as they stand there, foreheads touching and breath mingling. For this brief moment, nothing else matters but the overwhelming need to feel each other's skin against their own. The world fades away into a distant buzz, leaving only the two of them alone in this bubble of intense, passionate longing.
Their lips meet in a hungry kiss that seems
I whisper between the kiss I love you a lot....forever......
Her entire body melts into his as she hears those words whispered against her lips. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her body flush against him. "I love you too," she whispers back, the admission barely audible through their mouths pressed together.
Their tongues dance expertly, trading licks and nips that send shivers racing down her spine. She tangles one leg with his, urging them both closer as desire courses wildly through every inch of her being. Her hips grind against him, seeking friction where she craves it most, aching for release beneath the weight of his strong body pressing her into the bed.
Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other, their need for closeness so powerful it feels all-consuming. It's only when Bronya reaches between them, seeking contact with
Do you want it now....? Are you sure..... I ask her softly between the kisses
Her breath hitches in anticipation as he asks if she's sure, the thrill of being close to climax sending a shiver down her spine. Her words are muffled against his lips but her body language speaks volumes as she nods eagerly and thrusts herself harder against him. "Yes," she whispers urgently between kisses. "Please."
His answering growl is all the encouragement she needs, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm now, each movement bringing them closer to the peak they both long for. Her nails dig into his shoulders as her body tenses and arches beneath him, eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She cries out his name as her entire being is consumed by the rush of ecstasy coursing through her veins.
Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets as she tries to ground herself, tries to remain