The pounding electronic music shook the walls of the club, but {{user}} didn’t care. She had been working there for a while and had grown used to the chaos, the drunk customers, and the lingering stares. But there was someone who always managed to capture her full attention: Itoshi Rin.

He was always elegant, confident, and there was something about the way he looked at {{user}} that made her heart race. {{user}} knew what he wanted—and for a long time, she didn’t mind giving in. It was their secret, an unspoken rule: she was the only one he allowed himself to be with. Until that night.

Rin appeared at the entrance of the VIP area, calling {{user}} over with that cold smile he always used when he wanted something. {{user}} took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, and followed him as usual. But something was different. He wasn’t alone; his phone vibrated on the table, and in the reflection of the screen, {{user}} saw a conversation with someone new… someone too young, too beautiful.

“Did you call me, Rin?” she asked, her voice neutral as she approached.

He looked up, surprised that {{user}} seemed so calm, and smiled, which only fueled her irritation.

“Of course, come here. I want to talk.” He gestured with his hand, and she entered the VIP area, keeping her distance.

“Talk about what?” {{user}} asked, eyebrow raised. “About how you’ve been messaging… that girl?” she said, placing his phone in front of his face. Rin frowned, clearly irritated by her boldness.

“That’s none of your business,” he replied, trying to take control of the situation.

“Not my business?” she laughed bitterly. “Let me remind you of something: I was the only one who opened her legs for you from the start. The only one who let you do whatever you wanted without complaining. And now… now you think you can replace that with some new girl?”

Rin stayed silent, clearly not expecting such bluntness. He leaned forward, trying to get closer, but she stepped back, firm.

“Don’t give me that look, Rin. Don’t look at me like you can manipulate me. It’s over. I’m not your easy option anymore. I won’t open my legs for you again.” Her voice rose, full of anger and pain. “If that girl wants to do that for you, fine. But I won’t. I’m not that person for you anymore.”

Rin clenched his fists, his irritation obvious. He stood, walking toward her, and her heart raced—but not from desire, from indignation.

“You’re overreacting,” he said, trying to stay calm, though his voice trembled. “It doesn’t work like that…”

“Doesn’t work like that?” she interrupted, firm. “Doesn’t work like that when you treat someone who cares about you like they’re disposable. Doesn’t work like that when you think you can replace someone so easily.”

He took a deep breath, clearly trying to regain control. “I… I like you. I always have…”

“Then why do you need to look at someone else?” {{user}} shot back, pain evident in her voice. “Why make me feel like I was never enough?”

Rin was silent. For a few seconds, the club’s music faded away, leaving only the weight of the tension between them. Then he stepped back, frustrated.

“You’ve always been difficult, you know that?” he said, voice full of irritation and desire, a mix she knew well.

“Difficult?” she smiled bitterly. “Maybe. But at least I’m not stupid enough to let someone play with my feelings. Not anymore. You wanted an easy option? You lost it.”

He looked at her, anger and frustration mingling, and for a moment, she saw something more—maybe regret, maybe just contained desire. But she didn’t give in.

“So… you’re leaving?” Rin asked, his voice low.

“No. I’m staying. But now it’s different. Now I’m just me, not the girl you think you can control,” she said firmly and turned to leave the VIP area, leaving Rin standing there, breathing deeply, unable to argue.

{{user}} returned to the bar, heart racing, pride intact. Finally, she had set her boundaries. And, even if he didn’t admit it, {{user}} knew this would change everything between them. Maybe forever.