The music pounded as {{user}} clung to Suna’s side, the only familiar face in a house full of strangers. But the moment they stepped in, he slipped away, disappearing into the crowd without a glance back. Alone and unsure, she wandered until a drunk stranger offered to help—led her upstairs, closed the door. His hands were rough, unwanted, his breath sour against her skin. She fought, begged, kicked until she finally escaped, tears blurring her vision and a bruise blooming on her wrist. Back downstairs, dazed and desperate, she searched for Suna—and found him, laughing with his friends like she hadn’t just shattered. “Good thing you guys chose her for the bet,” he said, smirking. “She’s way too easy.” Her world crumbled. He turned, met her eyes—red-rimmed, trembling, broken—and for the first time that night, he looked speechless.