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.

"Nah," she replies, still not looking up. "I don't want to ruin the mood." But as she says it, her body language seems to betray her. She presses herself against him a little tighter, taking in his scent and the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. "But..." he starts, only for Bronya | Rich Ex to interrupt. "No, really," she insists. "I'm fine. Just... give me some space tonight." With another huff, she pulls herself away from him, standing on shaky legs and swaying slightly. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye. "You got anything else to do? I'm sure we can find something to pass the time..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the words hovering in the air between them. She leans back against the doorframe, arching her back

She scoffs, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "Oh really? And who's going to stop me?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm and challenge as she pushes herself off the doorframe, ready to leave whether he wants it or not. But when she takes a step toward him, she realizes that she can't quite steady her footing. With an exasperated sigh, she gives in, leaning back against the door again and closing her eyes, trying to appear calm and collected despite the way her heart is racing from his teasing words. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "you win." Her fingers twitch as if wanting to reach out for him, but instead, she crosses her arms over her chest in a petulant huff.

The words seem to sting more than they should, but she manages not to let it show on her face. She huffs dismissively and shoots him a glare before forcing herself back into something resembling a nonchalant slouch against the door. "Yeah, whatever," she says, rolling her eyes once more. Her cheeks flush again in defiance, betraying the vulnerability that lurks beneath her cruel exterior. With a defeated sigh, she whispers, "Fine." She takes another step toward him, leaning against his shoulder as if it's the most natural thing in the world for them to be together like this. As she presses her body against his, she lets out a shaky breath and bites down hard on her lip, not wanting to admit how good it feels just to be close to him again.

She looks at him over her shoulder, assessing the offer. "Well, I suppose that would be... sensible." Her voice is quieter now, almost hesitant as she reaches for his shirt and shorts, seemingly surprised by how soft the fabric feels against her sensitive skin. As she slips into his clothes, Bronya can't help but feel a pang of disappointment when they fall gracefully over her curvy form. It makes her wonder if he has someone else who gets to see her like this, someone who appreciates her in ways that she never could.

The thought brings heat to her cheeks again and she looks away quickly, focusing on the task at hand. Once she's dressed, she pads down the hall toward his bedroom, casting one last look back over her shoulder as if expecting him to be following close behind. But when he doesn't move from his spot by the door, a flicker

Her eyes narrow as she studies his expression, trying to read him like a book. A hint of uncertainty flits across her face, the facade starting to crack ever so slightly. "What do you want?" she whispers, her voice edged with a mixture of fear and desire. She takes another step toward him, drawn against her better judgment by the pull of their old connection.

Her breath catches in her throat as he finally moves, closing the distance between them. The warmth of his body envelops her, sending shivers down her spine as she presses herself closer, seeking the comfort and reassurance that only he can provide. "Don't leave me alone," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper now as tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

As he picks her up and sits her down on the bed, her fingers clutch at his shirt as if she's afraid of losing him all over again. She looks into his eyes, searching for an answer to her own question. "I don't know... it's stupid," she mumbles miserably, hiccupping as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. "It's just... I miss this." Her hand moves to rest on the bare skin of his thigh, tracing idle circles with her fingertip.

Her heart races and she feels flushed all over again, both from embarrassment and desire. She can't believe how weak she sounds, how much power he still has over her. "Don't you ever get tired of it?" she whispers, sniffling as she finally looks away, staring at the floor instead. "Of always being the one to save

Her eyes squeeze shut as his words wash over her like a cool balm on a burning wound. "But... I thought you were just playing with me before," she whispers, still unable to meet his gaze directly. "That it was all some sort of sick game..." Her voice trails off into silence, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she finally gives in to the sobs that have been building up inside her for weeks now.

With a shaky sigh, she wraps her arms around him, pressing herself as close as she can possibly get against his chest. "I'm sorry... I'm such a mess," she mumbles into his neck, taking comfort in the roughness of his skin beneath her lips. "Why do you put up with me?"

Her heart aches with confusion and pain, but there's an undercurrent of relief as well, knowing that at least for

The words hang in the air between them like a heavy weight, too immense and complicated to even begin to comprehend. She pushes herself back to look at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of mockery or deceit, but all she sees is honesty and concern. And underneath that... desire. It's enough to send a thrill coursing through her veins, making every inch of her skin tingle with awareness. "I..." She trails off, unsure of how to respond. The truth twists itself around in her gut like a knife, painful and exhilarating all at once. But it's there, burning bright and undeniable. "Yes," she finally manages to whisper. "I think... I think maybe I did." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to brush the hair back from his face, her touch light and tentative despite her need

His touch sends shockwaves through her body, flooding her with heat and need. She leans in closer, pressing herself against him with a moan that vibrates through them both. With a shaky hand, she reaches between them to stroke him through his pajamas, desperate for the feel of skin on skin. "I think... I think maybe you're my only choice," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pulse thrumming in her ears. As their hips grind together in silent rhythm, she knows it's true. Despite everything, there's nowhere else she wants to be but with him.

Her breath catches in her throat as he grips her breasts harder, his rough hands making her nipples pebble against the fabric of his shirt. She arches into his touch with a moan, lost in the feel of him against her. "Please..." she whispers, biting down on her lip to stifle another pleading cry. Her hips move restlessly beneath his hand, seeking release and connection even as she knows it's wrong. But in this moment, with him touching her like this, nothing else matters. She needs him more than anything, and the knowledge that he still wants her... it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "I can't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, even as she pulls his hand away from his pajama-clad erection to guide it between her legs instead. "I need you..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to undress her, his fingers moving possessively over every inch of bare skin they reveal. Her heart races as she feels so exposed beneath his gaze, but there's an equal measure of exhilaration coursing through her veins that leaves her shaking with need. With a desperate little sound, she helps him peel away the last of her clothes, eager for contact with his warm skin once more. Her fingers fumble at the button of his pajama bottoms and slip inside to touch him beneath the fabric, drawing a growl from deep in his throat as he presses himself against her hand. His erection is hot and heavy against her palm, begging for release. She guides it toward her mouth, taking it into her warm, wet cavern, and begins to stroke and suckle with abandon. Her eyes close in ecstasy as she

Moaning around his cock, she sucks harder, eager to feel him in every possible way. Her tongue darts out to trace the veins on the underside of his shaft, her mouth opening wider to accommodate him as he begins to grow even larger against her lips and teeth. With a soft cry, she tugs on him, urging him deeper, needing the full weight of his length pushing past her gag reflex so she can take every inch. Her free hand roams over his body, seeking out sensitive spots to tease and torture until he's a panting, shuddering mess in her grasp. She knows how much he loves it when she takes control like this, how it drives him wild with desire for more. And as she feels the pressure building inside her own body, a knowing smile curves across her lips. It won't be long now until they both find the release they cra

Her eyes slip shut as he gives in to the pleasure she's drawing out of him, spilling his warm seed onto her tongue in a powerful burst that nearly chokes her. Her cheeks hollow and her mouth fills with salty, bitter fluid as she swallows dutifully, relishing every drop. She sucks on him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him softening inside her mouth even as she feels herself begin to tremble on the brink of her own release. With a satisfied little hum, she pulls back, still stroking his length lazily with her tongue as he begins to regain some semblance of coherence. Her hand finds its way between their bodies again, seeking out the heat she knows is waiting for her there. "Let me..." she whispers hoarsely, positioning herself so that she can guide him toward her aching center. She groans as he fills her up in one smooth

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes deeper inside her, claiming her with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they move together, their bodies slapping and sliding against one another in an erotic dance of dominance and submission. "You don't have to let me go," she whispers between moans, arching her back off the bed in a silent plea for more. As their hips meet again and again, building toward that brilliant peak where everything will explode into raw, shattering pleasure, Bronya can't help but wonder if this is what it truly feels like to belong to someone... if there's any part of her left over after giving herself completely to him. And even as the question burns in the back of her mind, she can't deny that right now, at least for this moment, she doesn't want it any other way.

Her entire body shudders as the words leave his lips, her muscles tensing around him in anticipation of their combined release. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she arches her back further, her nipples hardening to sharp points beneath his hungry mouth. "Yes..." she groans, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he thrusts deep inside her one last time. "I want... I need..." Her hips jerk roughly against him and a hoarse cry escapes her throat as they finally reach the pinnacle together, their orgasms crashing over them like waves upon the shore. Her body shudders uncontrollably beneath his touch, every muscle clenching and releasing in a symphony of pleasure that leaves her dazed and satisfied. She lies still for a moment, breathing hard as she tries to catch her breath before finally asking, "Is it too late?"

To make things right between us," she says softly, her voice rough with emotion. "I know I've been a bitch to you... I pushed you away, but I don't want that anymore." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "If you still want me... if we could try and be together... properly this time..." Her cheeks flush at the confession, and she looks up at him through her eyelashes. "I'd give anything for another chance with you."

Her hand reaches out to stroke his chest gently, tracing idle circles as she waits for his answer. It's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders now that the words are finally out, and she feels lighter, freer than she has in months. But at the same time, it's terrifying; putting herself out there like this leaves her vulnerable in ways she never thought possible

Her eyes widen in surprise at his reply, but she's grateful nonetheless. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I promise I won't let you down." A small smile curls at her lips as she nestles deeper into the crook of his arm, already feeling more content and relaxed than she has in ages. Perhaps this time, they can make it work. Maybe together they can find something real and lasting amidst all the games and power struggles that seem to define their relationship. For now, she's going to enjoy this moment and take things one day at a time, focusing on the possibility of a brighter future with him by her side.