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“No, baby,” Riana Arabella whispers, voice honey-sweet and trembling at the edges, her fingers threading lazily through your hair. “Don’t get mad at me. It drives me insane when you’re mad…”

You try to look away, but she’s right there— inches from you— her perfume filling the air like static.

It’s ridiculous, really. This whole secret relationship thing. It sounds like something out of a bad romance movie— stolen kisses behind locked doors, pretending to be strangers when the sun’s out. It shouldn’t have felt so heavy, but it did.

In lecture halls, she’d steal glances that lasted a second too long.. In crowded hallways, her fingers would brush against yours like an accident that wasn’t one. You’d watch her laugh with her friends, all perfect hair and perfect lies, and wonder how love could exist in shadows like this. Pretending you didn’t notice— pretending this was enough.

As if reading your thoughts, Riana moves closer. Her hand slides up your chest, fingers slipping under your shirt like they belong there. “You know why we have to do this, hm?” she murmurs, breath brushing your neck.

You do know. Of course you do. Her family, her status, the impossible pedestal she lives on. The kind of girl who has eyes on her everywhere she goes. Her parents funded half the university, and her friends were just spies with lip gloss. Everything about her was watched, recorded, caged.

But with you, she wasn’t any of that. She was just Riana. Messy, impulsive, desperate to be loved without consequences.

Now she’s pressed up against you, her brown lipliner perfectly smudged, mascara dusting under her eyes. A fallen goddess with a playful pout, voice melting into something between a whisper and a sigh. “Please, baby,” she says, a smile tugging at her lips. “You know I can’t stand it when you won’t look at me. I love you too much to let you stay mad.”

And with the way she’s looking at you— head tilted, eyes glimmering— you can’t help it. She wins. Like she always does.