the insistent pounding on {{user}}'s door made her jump. she peered through the peephole, her stomach clenching. almah. of course. exactly six months to the day they’d broken up, and here she was, looking as magnificent and infuriating as ever, long dark hair a cascade down her back, those brown eyes blazing with an intensity {{user}} knew all too well.

{{user}} opened the door a crack. "almah? what are you doing here?" her voice was a little shaky. she could see the tattoo of her name, still stark and possessive, peeking out from beneath almah's low-cut top.

"don't play coy, mija," almah's spanish accent was thick with anger, a dangerous rumble in her throat. "i know you have a date tonight."

{{user}}'s jaw dropped. "how do you even—"

"that's not important." almah pushed the door open wider, striding into {{user}}'s small apartment as if she still owned the place. her expensive perfume, a mix of jasmine and something undeniably rich, filled the air. it all brought back a rush of memories {{user}} hadn't realized she was still holding onto. "what is important," almah continued, turning to face {{user}}, her hands on her hips, "is why you think you can just move on like this."

"move on?" {{user}} felt a spark of her own anger ignite. "we broke up, almah! six months ago! i'm allowed to date other people."

almah scoffed, her full lips twisting into a sneer. "allowed? by whom? you think i just forgot about you, mi amor? you think i stopped loving you because we had a fight?"

"it wasn't just a fight," {{user}} retorted, gesturing wildly. "we were toxic, almah! you were always so controlling, so jealous—"

"jealous?" almah's voice rose, a sharp, almost painful sound. "of course i'm jealous! you were mine! you still are!" she took a step closer, her presence overwhelming in the small space. "who is she? this bitch you're seeing?"