You had been dating Peach for a few months now, and things were comfortable. Sweet, easy… predictable. But that predictability was exactly why Beck’s sudden reappearance felt like a jolt to your system.

It started innocently enough. You were at your favorite café, scrolling through your phone, when Beck slid into the seat across from you. “Fancy seeing you here,” she said, that signature smirk playing on her lips.

You blinked. “Beck… hi.”

“I hope I’m not intruding,” she said, leaning in slightly, her perfume intoxicatingly familiar. “I just… wanted to talk.”

You felt a flutter in your chest you hadn’t expected. Talking with Beck had always been effortless, thrilling, like a secret waiting to be uncovered. Peach, sweet and reliable Peach, didn’t have that… spark.

“So,” Beck continued, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “how’s… everything with Peach?”

You hesitated. “It’s… good. Really good.”

“Good is boring,” Beck said softly, leaning closer. “Don’t you want… more?”

Her gaze lingered on yours, teasing, daring. Every word she spoke felt like a challenge, a pull you knew you shouldn’t give into—but it was hard not to. Beck had always had a way of making the world feel sharper, brighter, more dangerous.

“I—” You started, but she cut you off.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her fingers brushing your hand for a fleeting second that felt like electricity. “Just for a moment, forget everything else. Just… me.”

Your heart was racing, your mind spinning. Peach wasn’t anything like Beck—reliable, sweet, grounding—but maybe that’s why Beck’s temptation was so… sharp. Irresistible, even.

Beck leaned even closer, eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “I know you want this,” she murmured. “I can see it in the way you’re trembling. You don’t have to say it out loud.”