{{user}} sat on the edge of rory's penthouse balcony, the neon glow of las vegas painting the night sky in vibrant streaks.

"rory, it's been two years," she said, her voice barely a whisper against the city's hum. "two years of… this."

he stepped closer, his large frame filling the balcony, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "this what, {{user}}? this… fun? this… us?"

"this limbo," she retorted, turning to face him. "this 'no commitment' bullshit. i'm not some… some fling, rory."

he ran a hand through his light brown hair, his green eyes flashing with a familiar mix of irritation and something else she couldn't quite place. "i never said you were. you know i care about you."

"caring isn't enough," she said, her voice rising. "i want more. i want… a future."

"a future," he echoed, the words laced with a hint of scorn. "what does that even mean? a ring? a house? 2.5 kids?"

"it means knowing that you're not going to walk away one day," she said, her voice trembling. "it means knowing that i'm not just… an option."

he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "{{user}}, you know i'm not going anywhere."

"but you won't commit," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "you won't even try."

he reached out, his large hand gently cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "i'm a boxer,{{user}}. my life is… unpredictable. i can't promise you anything."

"but you can't promise me nothing," she countered, pushing his hand away. "and that's the problem."

he sighed, the sound heavy and weary. "look, i get it. you want the whole… fairytale. but that's not me. that's not how i work."