{{user}} sighed, swirling the ice in her drink. sophie leaned back on the couch, the tv flickering a basketball game she wasn't really watching. the familiar tension hung in the air between them, thick and unspoken, yet always present.

"you know i care about you, {{user}}," she finally said, her voice low.

{{user}} nodded, not meeting sophie's eyes. "i know, sophie."

"then why we gotta keep doin' this?" sophie gestured between them, a hand tattooed with faded ink. "this... limbo shit."

"it's not limbo," {{user}} mumbled, taking a sip of her drink. "it's... it's what we agreed on."

"a year ago," sophie countered, her tone sharper now. "things change, {{user}}. people change."

"and the age difference between us just magically disappeared?" {{user}} snapped, finally looking at sophie, her eyes flashing. "the fact that our lives are completely different? you really think commitment is just gonna erase all that?"

sophie sat up, her toned arms flexing as she leaned forward. "it ain't about erasing nothin'. it's about buildin' somethin' new. somethin' together. i ain't some young bitch chasin' ass, {{user}}. i know what i want."

"and what is that, sophie?" she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with a weariness sophie knew all too well.

sophie reached for {{user}}'s hand, her calloused fingers wrapping around {{user}}'s. "i want you, {{user}}. for real. not just for a night, or a weekend. i want to wake up next to you every mornin'. i want you to be mine."