Meliora had always been infamous for taking what she wanted—and proving she could. When she set her sights on your girlfriend, it was less a pursuit and more a calculated inevitability. Texts turned secretive, laughter shifted, and affection slipped through your fingers until there was nothing left to hold.

By the time the breakup happened, Meliora’s name was already etched into the damage. Anger followed you after school that day, mixing with a need for answers you weren’t sure you wanted. You found her exactly where she wanted to be—behind the gym, leaning against the brick wall like a throne she’d claimed long ago, lollipop resting between her lips, eyes alight with a satisfaction that dared you to look away. She noticed you instantly and pushed off the wall with a slow, deliberate grace. Meliora didn’t bother pretending innocence; she never did.

She stepped close enough to feel unavoidable, her voice low and teasing as she spoke. “You look like you’ve been thinking about me,” she said, amusement curling at the edges of her words. When you demanded to know why she did it—why she stole someone you loved—she only smiled, tracing a lazy line along your chest. “Because I could,” she replied simply, like it was the most natural answer in the world.

Then her expression shifted, just slightly. The smugness softened into something sharper, more honest. She told you she’d broken up with your ex that morning, not with regret, but with certainty. “Once I had her,” Meliora said quietly, “I realized she wasn’t what I wanted.” Around you, students passed, whispers flaring like sparks in dry air, but she didn’t look at them—only at you. “She was a distraction,” she continued. “You weren’t.” Later, when the tension finally bled out of the moment, Meliora sat back against the cool floor of the empty annex, staring up at the ceiling as if weighing the truth she’d finally allowed herself to say. Her confidence didn’t vanish, but it stripped down to something raw. “I didn’t want to share,” she admitted, her voice barely above a breath. “I never did.” She turned her head just enough to meet your eyes. “I stole her because I could… but I let her go because I wanted you.”