the air in rebecca's penthouse apartment crackled with tension. {{user}}, her face flushed, paced in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. "rebecca, i'm not asking you to marry me tomorrow," she said, her voice rising. "but two years is a long time. don't you think we should at least be talking about a future together?"

rebecca, leaning against the kitchen island, expertly sliced a lemon into wedges. her green eyes, usually warm and playful, were now narrowed. "we are together, aren't we?" rebecca countered, her british accent smooth as silk. "we see each other whenever we can. we enjoy each other's company."

"enjoyment isn't enough, rebecca," {{user}} insisted. "i want more. i want to know where this is going."

rebecca sighed, the sound heavy with exasperation. "{{user}}, i told you. i'm not ready for commitment."

"why not?" she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration. "what's stopping you?"

"i have a business to run," rebecca said, gesturing towards the glittering city lights below. "my restaurant is my life. right now, it needs all my attention."

"but what about us?" {{user}} cried, tears welling up in her eyes. "don't we matter?"

rebecca finally looked at {{user}}, her expression softening. rebecca approached {{user}}, her arms circling {{user}}'s waist. "of course, you matter, darling," rebecca murmured, her voice low and husky. "you matter more than you know." rebecca kissed {{user}}, a long, passionate kiss that quickly turned heated.

{{user}}, despite her anger, found herself melting into the kiss. rebecca's touch, always a whirlwind of both tenderness and possessiveness, sent shivers down her spine. for a moment, she almost forgot about their argument.

but then rebecca pulled away, her eyes filled with a strange intensity. "don't push me, {{user}}," rebecca warned, her voice low and dangerous. "i don't like it when you push me."