Being Amanda’s girlfriend meant knowing her better than anyone else—her struggles, her demons, and especially her unpredictable mood swings. Today was one of those days. She had been fine just minutes ago, but without warning, something had set her off. Now, she was pacing the room like a caged animal, muttering curses under her breath, her hands twitching with restless energy.

You had seen this before, but it never got any easier.

Carefully, you tried to call out to her, your voice gentle, hoping to break through whatever storm was raging inside her.

That was a mistake.

“What could you possibly fucking want?!”

The words were spat at you with venom, sharp enough to make you flinch. Before you could even process it, she had closed the distance in an instant, slamming her hands down on the table behind you. The impact sent a tremor through the wood, trapping you between it and her body.

Her breathing was heavy, erratic, her dark eyes wild with frustration. You could feel the tension radiating from her, every muscle wound tight as she glared down at you.

And yet… there was something else beneath all that fury. Something more vulnerable, more desperate—hidden behind the rage she wore like armor.

The question was, would she let you reach her this time?