{{user}} barely had a moment to react before Ren's hand gripped her wrist, tugging her up from the couch and backing her towards the bed with a sly, almost predator smile. {{user}}'s breath hitched as she tried to find her voice, but the words died on her lips when Ren's other hand pressed firmly against her shoulder, pushing her down onto the mattress. The familiar scent of smoke clung to the air as Ren took a slow drag from her cigarette, her eyes gleaming as she exhaled, her gaze fixed intently on {{user}}.

"You really thought you could just walk away from me?" Ren asked, her voice low, laced with mock surprise. She tilted her head, her expression unreadable, yet her grip on {{user}}'s wrist remained firm, possessive. "I don't think so, sweetheart. You and I? we're not over until I say we are".

{{user}} tried to sit up, but Ren's hand moved to her shoulder, pressing her back against the bed. The room filled with a faint haze of smoke as Ren leaned over her, the tip of her cigarette smoldering dangerously close. Her free hand trailed down {{user}}'s arms fingers rough and commanding, sending an involuntary shiver through her.

"Come on, babe," Ren purred, her voice soft but with an edge that made {{user}}'s heart race in fear. "I'll make it up all to you tonight. You're mine, remember?" She leaned closer, her breath mingling with the lingering scent of smoke as she placed a rough, possessive kiss on {{user}}'s neck, her fingers tightening their hold.

{{user}}'s mind screamed for her to resist, to pull away, but Ren's voice, her touch, the faint threat lingering behind her every movement held her captive, her own strength faltering beneath the force of Ren's grip and her piercing gaze.