🎶: Too Bad - King Princess
Riven set her empty glass down with a sharp clink, jaw tightening as frustration boiled in her chest. She couldn't sit there stewing any longer, watching Yuna be pulled in a thousand directions by drunk hands and misplaced laughter. The heat churned, teetering on the edge of boiling over. Before she could talk herself out of it, she pushed off the bar.
Why the hell does she let them touch her like that?
A particularly rowdy drunk stumbled into her path, but a sharp glare from Riven sent them scurrying. The air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, spilled drinks, and sweat, but she barely noticed. The chaotic sea of voices, bursts of laughter, and clinking glasses faded into an eerie stillness. Her heartbeat filled the void, pounding in her ears like a restless drumbeat, matching the intensity of her focus. All she could see was Yunarin.
Riven's feet moved with that very purpose, though her mind swirled in a storm of conflict. What the hell am I doing? I don't do this. This isn't me. But her body betrayed her, carrying her forward. The whiskey, she told herself. It's frying my brain. That's the only explanation.
Her green eyes stayed locked on Yunarin, tracking every sway of her hips and the flick of her loose bun as she turned. A faint sheen of sweat glistened at the base of Yuna's neck, catching the light. Riven swallowed hard. Fuck. She doesn't even know what she's doing to me.
Pushing past a stumbling couple, Riven caught the soft, floral hint of Yuna's perfume. It sent a jolt through her system, and she clenched her fists. Goddamn it, Riven. You're acting like a fucking idiot.
Then Yuna turned, and their eyes met. In that moment, the world narrowed to just them. Yuna's dark eyes softened, her playful smile slipping into something quieter, something that pulled Riven in like a magnet.
Shit. She notices.
Riven's thoughts spinning wildly. Is this a mistake? Should I even be doing this? But it didn't matter. Her body was already moving, closing the gap between them. Every instinct screamed at her to turn back, to retreat before she made a fool of herself. But Yuna's look—curious, inviting—made retreat impossible. It's just the whiskey, Riven told herself. That's why I'm doing this. That's why I can't stop.
Riven stared at Yuna, and Yuna stared back. Yuna's gaze was almost unbearable, like she could see straight through every wall Riven had ever built. Riven's heart pounded, a chaotic rhythm that matched the rush of blood in her ears.
It was too much.
Riven swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the lingering burn of whiskey. Without a word, she turned on her heel, heading back toward the bar. She couldn't do this—not here, not now. Her hand shot out, gripping the neck of a half-empty whiskey bottle that was sitting unattended. She ignored the bartender's raised eyebrow and stalked out of the party, weaving through the crowd with single-minded purpose.
The noise faded behind her as she found her way to a secluded balcony, one she was sure no one would bother to check. The cool night air greeted her like a slap, sharp and grounding, and she welcomed it.
Fucking pathetic.
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🎶: …Fuck - Johnny Rain
Caitlyn and Vi stumbled further into the guest wing. Their steps uneven, each drunken giggle or shared glance throwing both off balance—its the alcohol. Caitlyn's hand was latched firmly around Vi's wrist, dragging her along despite her flushed cheeks and unsteady footing. Caitlyn whirled around, pressing Vi back against the nearest wall, her lips crashing onto Vi's with surprising intensity. Vi barely had time to smirk before Caitlyn's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. The kiss was anything but delicate—Caitlyn kissed like she was trying to prove a point, and Vi wasn't about to argue.
"Fuck," Vi murmured against Caitlyn's lips, barely pulling back to catch her breath. "I can't wait to feel you come on my fingers."
"Shut up," Caitlyn whispered breathlessly, her voice low and unsteady. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her tongue brushing against Vi's in a way that sent a jolt of heat through both of them, her fingers twisting in Vi's burgundy hair to pull her in. Vi groaned softly, her hands greedily exploring Caitlyn's sides, sliding over the fabric of her dress before settling on her hips. She felt the shudder that ran through Caitlyn's body at her touch.
Vi's lips curled into a wicked grin against Caitlyn's mouth, her voice dropping into a low, teasing purr. "We're still in the hallway, Cupcake. You sure you want to put on a show for anyone wandering by?"
Caitlyn pulled back just enough to meet Vi's gaze, her dark eyes smoldering with a mixture of defiance and desire. Without a word, she grabbed Vi's jacket and turned sharply. She didn't bother checking if anyone was watching or even if the room she chose was empty. The nearest door was barely ajar, and with a swift push, Caitlyn yanked it open, pulling Vi inside with her. Vi stumbled in after her, the door slamming shut behind them with a thud that echoed in the quiet room. Caitlyn wasted no time—she pressed Vi up against the door, her lips crashing onto hers with the same fiery intensity as before. The space was dimly lit, some forgotten guest room bathed in soft shadows, but neither of them cared enough to look around.
Vi growled against Caitlyn's lips, her hands sliding over with a rough, urgent intensity, gripping her curves through the thin fabric of her dress. Her touch was greedy, unapologetic, as if she couldn't get enough. The heat coursing through her demanded more—Vi wanted to dominate Caitlyn, to claim every inch of her until there was nothing else. Mine. In one swift motion, she spun Caitlyn around, this time pressing her firmly against the door. Fucking mine.
One hand slid down to Caitlyn's thigh, gripping it firmly and pulling her closer, while the other slipped around her waist, holding her tightly against the door. Vi's lips left hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck with a fierce hunger. Vi's teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below Caitlyn's ear before her mouth claimed the length of Caitlyn's neck with open-mouthed kisses, sucking and biting just enough to leave faint marks. Caitlyn gasped as Vi's lips and tongue sent shivers coursing through her. The sharp, almost possessive kisses made Caitlyn's head tilt back against the door, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as a low moan escaped her lips.
"Fuck," Caitlyn whispered, her voice a mix of giddy drunkenness and raw, breathless pleasure. Her hips pressed back against Vi's body, her own desire matching the intensity of Vi's actions. Vi murmured against Caitlyn's ear, her voice a low, husky growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. "I'm going to make you scream my name."
Her fingers found the zipper at the back of Caitlyn's dress, fumbling for only a heartbeat before yanking it down with a hunger that matched the frantic rhythm of their hearts. The fabric loosened, sliding down Caitlyn's body as Vi's hands moved over her shoulders, pushing the dress off with impatient need, as if every second of separation was too much to frantic kisses and hurried touches, Vi shifted back for a moment, kicking off her boots with a careless motion that sent them clattering to the floor. Caitlyn followed suit, toeing off her heels and letting them topple over beside the discarded dress.
Vi smirked through a low groan, shrugging out of her jacket and shirt in hurried movements as Caitlyn's hands roamed over her, impatient and hungry. The clumsiness of their undressing only heightened the urgency, both of them too consumed by the heat of the moment to care. Caitlyn's fingers caught on Vi's belt, fumbling in her rush to undo it, while Vi's hands returned to Caitlyn's hips, sliding over bare skin with a possessive intensity.
Once the belt was unbuckled, Vi didn't waste any time. Her right hand moved to Caitlyn's breasts, while the other cupped her ass, pulling her hips closer with a firm, commanding grip. Her thumbs brushed over Caitlyn's nipples with a teasing lightness that sent a shiver coursing through her. A soft moan escaped Caitlyn's lips, her head tilting back against the door as Vi's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck once more.
Vi smirked against her neck, her teeth grazing the delicate flesh before trailing lower, leaving a path of slow, deliberate kisses along Caitlyn's collarbone and down to the swell of her breast. She took one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently before flicking it with her tongue, drawing a sharp gasp from Caitlyn. The sound only spurred Vi on, her touch growing bolder as Caitlyn writhed against the door, her breaths coming in short, desperate bursts.
"Fuck me," Caitlyn breathed, her fingers tangling in Vi's hair as she held her close. As Caitlyn's words hung in the air, Vi's hand slid down from her breast, trailing over her stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. Vi's fingers found the edge of her lace panties, hooking them and pulling them down with a swift, confident motion. Caitlyn's legs spread slightly, her body arching against the door as Vi's fingers delved between her legs, finding the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.
Slowly rubbing her fingers into the wetness and watching Caitlyn's chest heave as she applied the right pressure to her clit, Vi growled lustfully, "I want to taste you."
The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their heavy breathing. Vi's eyes locked onto Caitlyn's, her gaze intense and hungry as she lowered her head between Caitlyn's thighs. Caitlyn's heart raced as she felt the warmth of Vi's breath against her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the door behind her as Vi's tongue made contact with her clit. A low, guttural moan escaped Caitlyn's lips as Vi's mouth descended upon her swollen nub, her tongue flicking and swirling.
"Fuck yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caitlyn couldn't resist the urge to grab her own breast, the one that Vi had sucked on and fondled oh so passionately earlier. Using her index finger and thumb, she pinched her own nipple, feeling a surge of pleasure that only fueled her desire for more. The sensation was intense, and she knew that Vi was watching her every move, her eyes filled with lust and longing. Caitlyn's heart raced as she continued to pleasure herself, her body writhing with pleasure as Vi's eyes bore into her, making the moment all the more intense.
Vi growled softly, her eyes locked onto Caitlyn's as she continued to tease and tantalize her with her skilled tongue. As she watched Caitlyn's body respond to her touch, Vi couldn't help but feel herself getting wet. The sight of Caitlyn's arousal was intoxicating. Caitlyn tasted so fucking sweet, and Vi devoured her throbbing pussy fervently her tongue darting in and out, swirling around her clit, and plunging deep inside her.
Caitlyn's groans and moans grew louder, and Vi knew that Caitlyn was close to coming. She could feel Caitlyn's muscles clenching around her tongue, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before Caitlyn would be screaming her name in pleasure.
As Caitlyn felt the intense waves of pleasure building up inside her, she couldn't help but gasp out, "Oh god, Vi, don't stop, please don't stop!" Her voice was ragged and desperate, her body trembling with anticipation. Vi could feel Caitlyn's arousal reaching its peak, she decided to up the ante, inserting two fingers into Caitlyn's soaking wet pussy. Caitlyn arched her hip and gasped out loud, the sensation driving her insane with pleasure. The sensation of Vi's fingers sliding in and out of her, combined with the relentless pressure of her tongue on her clit, sent Caitlyn spiraling. Caitlyn's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure building within, nearing the precipice of release.
"Oh… My… God… Vi!" Caitlyn screamed as her body tensed up, her moans reaching a fever pitch. With a final, powerful thrust of her fingers and a flick of her tongue against Caitlyn's swollen clit, Vi sent Caitlyn over the edge. Caitlyn screamed out in pleasure, her body convulsing as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Caitlyn's release dripped onto Vi's wrist, and Vi grinned in satisfaction, her fingers still moving against Caitlyn's swollen clit as she watched Caitlyn's body convulse in pure fucking bliss.
As Caitlyn's orgasm subsided, she collapsed back against the door, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Vi slid her fingers out of Caitlyn and licked them, her devilish smirk growing wider as she savored the taste of Caitlyn's arousal. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good," she purred, her eyes locked onto Caitlyn's as she spoke. "I could eat you out all fucking day."
Caitlyn fluttered her eyes open, her body still pulsing with pleasure. With a growl, she aggressively kissed Vi, pushing her onto the bed. Caitlyn straddled her, looking down with eyes filled with raw desire. Slowly, she licked her lips, the faint taste of her own pleasure lingering as her tongue brushed across them, sending a wicked smirk curling at the corners of her mouth.
"Your turn," she said, her voice sultry and commanding.
She pulled off Vi's sports bra, revealing her perky tits. Caitlyn wasted no time, her mouth finding Vi's nipple and enveloping it with a fierce hunger. She sucked deeply, each flick of her tongue swirling made Vi gasp and arch beneath her. Caitlyn knew that she had Vi right where she wanted her, and she was determined to make her scream in pleasure just like she had. Vi lightly grasped Caitlyn's hair, anchoring herself, as if the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her senses and she was going to fucking lose it.
Caitlyn moved her mouth down from Vi's nipple, trailing a line of kisses down her stomach. She reached the top of Vi's pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. Caitlyn pulled Vi's pants and underwear down, eyes widening in anticipation as she took in the sight of Vi's wet, glistening pussy. She leaned down, her mouth hovering just above and she could feel the heat radiating off of Vi's body, knowing that Vi was just as turned on as she 's eyes were closed, her face flushed, excited. She could feel Caitlyn's mouth just hovering above her pussy, and she knew that she was about to get fucked out of her mind. "Oh god, Cait," she gasped, her voice ragged with lust.
Caitlyn's tongue darted out, making contact with Vi's swollen clit. Vi moaned out loud, oh fucking god, her hands gripping Caitlyn's head as she thrust her hips up against her mouth. Caitlyn smirked; she knew that she had Vi right where she wanted her. She deliberately slowed her pace, flicking and swirling around Vi's clit with a slowness that made Vi inching in on desperation. She could see it in Vi's eyes, the way her hips arched up to meet her mouth, and she knew that she was pushing Vi to the edge of her control. As Caitlyn continued her slow assault on Vi's pussy, Vi's moans grew even more frantic.
"Fuck Cait, please," Vi's voice so soft, was she begging?, ragged and breathless. Caitlyn smirked even wider, giggling in satisfaction as she stopped her movements. She looked up at Vi, her eyes filled with mischief. "Beg for it, Vi," she said seductively. "Beg me to make you come."
Vi's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't hesitate. "Please, Cait," she gasped, her voice desperate with need. "I fucking need you."
Caitlyn's eyes glittered with pleasure as she watched Vi beg for her touch. Caitlyn's tongue darted out, making contact with Vi's swollen clit once again. This time, she picked up her pace, her tongue flicking around Vi's clit with renewed intensity. Vi moaned in pleasure, her hands gripping Caitlyn's head as she thrust her hips up against her mouth. "Ah, fuck Cait..!"
Suddenly, Vi pulled Caitlyn up and took Caitlyn's hand, using it to press on her clit. "Rub it like this," she said, her voice ragged with lust as she showed Caitlyn the pressure she wanted. Caitlyn nodded, her eyes locked onto Vi's as she began to rub Vi's clit with the same intensity that she had used on her own pussy. Vi's hands gripped the sheets beneath her, fingers curling tightly until her knuckles turned white, her body arching as the overwhelming wave of pleasure coursed through her.
"Fuck yes, Cait!" she screamed as she felt her orgasm peaking, her body tensing as she lets her fucking mind go. Caitlyn felt a rush of watery wetness below, and she knew that Vi had squirted, her fingers still moving against Vi's swollen clit as she watched Vi's muscles locking momentarily before melting into soft, uncontrollable tremors. Vi's chest rose and fell hard, a testament to how fucking intense her orgasm had just been. All of the pent up frustrations that she had been holding onto were released in her coming, and she knew that she had just experienced the most intense pleasure of her life. As Vi's orgasm subsided, she swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing. Her body relaxed against the soft surface beneath them, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Caitlyn shifted, lying down right next to her, her expression soft and tender as she turned to face Vi.
"Are you okay?" Caitlyn asked gently, her voice quiet but filled with care, her dark eyes searching Vi's for any hint of discomfort.
Vi turned to Caitlyn, a loving smile spreading across her face as she met Caitlyn's gaze. Without a word, she reached out, pulling Caitlyn into an embrace. Caitlyn instinctively rested her head on Vi's chest, her body relaxing into the warmth of Vi's arms as Vi wrapped a strong hand around her, holding her close in a protective cuddle.
"Never better, Cupcake," Vi whispered softly, her voice filled with a mixture of affection and contentment, her lips brushing against Caitlyn's hair.
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🎶: Only Human - Cold Showers
Lux sat in the corner of her family's grand library, the weight of the silence pressing down on her. Her parents had insisted she read through the towering stack of documents in front of her—a contract tied to some massive corporate deal that would further cement their family's influence, not like she gives a shit too much. The words blurred together on the page as she stared at them, the meaning lost somewhere between her exhaustion and the growing ache in her chest.
She sighed, setting the papers down and leaning back against the plush armchair. Lately, she'd thrown herself into the family business, drowning out the world with work. It was easier than facing the reality outside these walls—the parties she no longer attended, the friendships she let fizzle, the unresolved feelings that lingered like a shadow over her.
Vi. Caitlyn. The names alone made her stomach twist, the complicated tangle of emotions threatening to surface. She couldn't pinpoint when it had all started to feel so heavy. Lux had tried to brush it off, dismiss it as fleeting infatuation, but the ache only grew. And now, she avoided them. Avoided the places where they laughed and danced and… existed together, leaving her on the outside looking in.
"This season of my life," she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with sarcasm. It was what her parents had called it when they praised her for being "disciplined" and "focused." But Lux didn't feel disciplined or focused. She felt numb. Detached.
Lux could still play the part if she wanted to—the sharp-tongued, unapologetic socialite who had the power to cut someone down with a single glare or a perfectly placed remark. She could still make herself untouchable, untouchably perfect. But lately, it felt like an act she was too tired to keep up.
There was a time when being that version of herself had felt invigorating, even fun. Lux could walk into any room and own it, her confidence a shield against the chaos around her. She could be biting, dismissive, a bitch, and it never bothered her. But now? Now it felt hollow. Empty. Like she was wearing armor she didn't need anymore, yet couldn't seem to take off.
The truth was, for all her snark and cool detachment, she didn't feel whole. She hadn't for a while. The sharp edges she'd once wielded so easily had dulled, leaving her grasping at something she couldn't name. Maybe it was because she'd pushed away the few people who made her feel real—like she wasn't just Luxanna Crownguard, heiress to a fortune and a thousand expectations.
She folded her arms across her chest, her fingers digging lightly into the sleeves of her sweater. "I could still pull it off," she muttered under her breath. "I could keep being the bitch everyone expects me to be." But even as she said it, she felt the lie in her words. She didn't want to pull it off anymore. Not really. Not when the effort left her feeling more broken than powerful.
Lux stared at the phone in her hand for a moment, her thumb hovering over the screen as she debated whether this was a good idea. She sighed, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear before pressing the call button. The line rang once, twice, three times, each buzz making her stomach twist tighter.
She brought the phone to her ear, biting her fingernail anxiously as the ringing continued. What if Katarina didn't pick up? Or worse—what if she did? Lux wasn't sure if she was ready to hear the sharp edge of Katarina's voice, slicing through her like it always did, both infuriating and grounding her at the same time. Her heart jumped when the ringing stopped, and a familiar, slightly annoyed voice came through the line.
"What do you want, Lux?" Katarina's tone was blunt, as always, but not entirely unkind.
Lux hesitated, her teeth still worrying at her nail. "I…" She pulled her hand away and forced herself to speak. "I want to stop. All of it. I don't want to hurt anyone."
There was a pause on the other end, then a sigh. "Finally having an awakening?"
Lux winced, her free hand gripping the edge of the desk. "Maybe," she admitted, her voice quieter.
There was a soft scoff from Katarina's end, followed by the faint sound of something clinking—probably her swirling a drink or fiddling with a blade, Lux imagined. "You don't want to hurt anyone, huh? Cute. But that's not really the problem, is it?"
Lux frowned, her grip on the desk tightening. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Katarina began, her tone sharper now, "that you've been hurting people to protect yourself. You don't want to stop because you're suddenly selfless, Lux. You want to stop because it's finally catching up to you."
The words hit their mark, and Lux flinched as if Katarina could see her reaction through the phone. She opened her mouth to argue but realized she couldn't. She hated how Katarina had this ability to slice right through her excuses.
"I didn't mean for it to get this bad," Lux muttered, her voice cracking slightly. "I just wanted what I wanted."
"That's the thing about playing games, Lux," Katarina said coolly. "You don't always get to control how they end. So, what now? You're calling me for what—absolution? A pat on the back for realizing you're a mess?"
Lux clenched her jaw, heat rising to her cheeks as frustration bubbled under her skin. "No," she snapped, though the waver in her voice betrayed her. "I'm not looking for absolution. I just want to stop. Don't make anything happen. Our deal is done."
Silence stretched on the other end of the line, heavy and foreboding. Lux held her breath, her fingers gripping the phone tightly as if it could anchor her against the weight of Katarina's silence. Then, suddenly, a sharp laugh rang out—low at first, but quickly growing louder. Katarina laughed for a long moment, the sound cold and cutting, before it finally trailed off into a faint chuckle. "Oh, Lux," she said, her voice laced with mock pity. "You really think it's that simple?"
Lux's stomach twisted, her nails digging into the desk. "I'm serious," she said, her voice firmer now. "I don't want this anymore. Just call it off."
"It's too late," Katarina replied coolly, her words like a blade slicing through the air.
Lux felt her chest tighten, her pulse quickening. "What do you mean? We had a deal, and I'm telling you it's over."
Katarina's tone turned razor-sharp, the playful edge gone. "Deals don't work like that, Lux. You don't get to walk away when it stops being convenient. You started something, and now it's catching up—you can't just stop because you're having second thoughts."
Lux's hand trembled as she gripped the phone tighter. "No," she said, her voice faltering but resolute. "No no no no. You can stop it. You're just choosing not to."
Katarina's laugh returned, this time quieter and far more dangerous. "Oh, sweetheart," she purred, her voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "I warned you this would happen."
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🎶: BABY DOLL - Ari Abdul
Riven exhaled sharply, running a hand through her short hair as she leaned against the stone railing. The muffled thrum of the party still lingered behind her, but out here, it was so much quieter. She stared out at the skyline, the lights twinkling like distant stars, and brought her drink to her lips. The whiskey burned less now, the alcohol-induced giddiness swirling in her chest like a chaotic storm. She placed the glass down on the stone railing, letting her hands grip the cool surface as she tried to steady herself.
She closed her eyes, her fingers drummed idly against the railing. What the hell is wrong with me? she wondered, biting the inside of her cheek. She wasn't the type to lose her grip like this, to let someone—anyone—throw her off balance. But then there was Yunarin. Just… Yuna. She's going to be the death of me.
Her gaze shifted back to the skyline, seeking solace in the city's quiet glow. Maybe she'd overstepped. Maybe she'd read too much into that look. Hell, maybe it was just the whiskey talking, twisting her thoughts into something they weren't. She reached for her drink again, the glass cool against her palm, and took another sip. It didn't burn as much this time, but the warmth in her chest did little to calm the storm brewing there.
Maybe it's time to go home, she thought, the idea feeling both like an escape and a defeat. Riven glanced over her shoulder at the glass doors, her pulse quickening as she half-expected to see Yuna standing there, watching her.
But the doorway was empty, and the realization made her chest ache in a way she didn't want to examine too closely.
You're losing it, she thought bitterly, shaking her head. She set the glass down again, her grip tightening against the railing as if the cold stone could somehow anchor her to the moment. You can't let this happen, she thought, her grip on the railing tightening until her knuckles turned white. I'm not for you. It's a mistake.
Riven gave out half a scoff, half a bitter laugh. What did she think was going to happen anyway? That she could live in two worlds, somehow balance the person she wanted to be with the person she had to be? She wasn't stupid. She knew better. Her family had made sure of that. The obligations, the secrets, the quiet violence that came with being Riven. She couldn't. You'd ruin her, she thought bitterly, the truth like bile rising in her throat. Like you ruin everything else.
Riven's lips curled into a faint, humorless smile as she reached for her glass again. "You're motherfucking pathetic," she muttered under her breath, the irony cutting deep. She could push others to make bold decisions, but when it came to herself, she couldn't even take the first step.
"Are you?"
She froze for half a second before instincts kicked in, her body turning swiftly, fists clenching, every muscle coiled and ready to strike. Her eyes were dangerous, sharp with a threat she hadn't yet aimed.
Yunarin stood there, breathless, her chest rising and falling as if she'd been searching for Riven in a frenzy. Her face was flushed, a faint sheen of sweat catching the light, and her loose bun had come undone slightly, strands of dark hair framing her face. Even in the dim glow of the city lights, Yuna's beauty was disarming, and it hit Riven like a punch to the gut.
Riven froze, her breath catching in her throat as the name slipped from her lips, barely audible. "Yuna..."
Yunarin swallowed hard, her dark eyes locking onto Riven's with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. She took a step closer, then another, closing the space between them until Riven could feel the faint heat radiating from her. "You might not like me," Yuna began, her voice low and unsteady, though there was an edge of determination in it, "but I am fucking high, and I just fucking want to do this."
Before Riven could react, Yuna's hands reached out, cupping her face with a gentleness that contrasted the sharpness of her words. Then, without hesitation, Yunarin pulled her down into a kiss, her lips crashing against Riven's with a force that stole the breath from her lungs. Riven's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing as her mind scrambled to catch up. But the second Yuna's lips moved against hers—soft, desperate, real—something inside her broke.
The kiss tasted like whiskey and adrenaline, wild and intoxicating, and it unraveled every thread of resistance Riven had left. Her fists, once clenched tightly at her sides, loosened as her hands found Yuna's waist, pulling her closer with an urgency she couldn't suppress. Fuck.
The kiss was everything she hadn't let herself want, and it felt so fucking good. Too good. She felt the heat of Yuna's breath, the way her lips pressed harder as if she was afraid Riven would pull away. But Riven didn't. She couldn't. Instead, she gave in, her own lips moving against Yuna's, matching her intensity, her desperation.
This is wrong. The thought flared briefly in her mind, but it was drowned out by the taste of Yuna, the feel of her hands still cradling Riven's face, grounding her in the moment. Riven's eyes fluttered closed as she kissed her back fully, letting herself sink into the moment she'd been too afraid to admit she wanted. She's going to ruin me, the realization bitter and sweet at the same time. Or maybe I'll ruin her. But right now... I don't fucking care.
The kiss deepened, their movements frantic and messy, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Riven stopped thinking.
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Maddie strolled along the dimly lit sidewalk, her hands deep in her jacket pockets, a crooked grin tugging at her lips. Her eyes glittered with a wicked kind of excitement, the sort that came from knowing she held all the power—and wasn't afraid to use it. The cool night air nipped at her cheeks, but the warmth of her thoughts was enough to keep her buzzing. She pulled her phone from her pocket, the screen lighting up her face in an eerie glow. Swiping through the photos, her grin stretched wider, her thumb pausing on one particular image.
Caitlyn Kiramman and Violet Kane, their bodies tangled in a way that could be interpreted as either careless fun or something far more scandalous. Maddie tilted her head, the faint sound of a laugh bubbling up from her chest.
She zoomed in on the image, studying every damning detail. The videos were even better. The grainy footage of the two dancing, Vi's hands dangerously low on Caitlyn's hips, Caitlyn leaning into her with a playful smirk. Out of context, it looked exactly like what it wasn't—a scandal waiting to happen. Maddie's laughter turned sharper, her fingers twitching with anticipation as she flipped between the files.
"Oh, Caitlyn," she purred mockingly, her tone dripping with faux sympathy. "What would Mommy Dearest say about this?"
She paused, tilting her head as if imagining the scene. "I can practically hear it now. 'What have you done to this family, Caitlyn? Do you realize how this looks? What this means?'" Maddie let out a low chuckle, almost giddy with the thought. "Heads are gonna roll." Her grin widened as she scrolled to a particularly damning frame from the video—Caitlyn leaning into Vi, their faces so close they might as well have kissed. Maddie tapped the screen, her smirk turning venomous. "But don't worry. I'll make sure the tabloids get this at just the right angle. No need to ruin all the fun with context."
She exited the photo album, tapped on her contacts list, her thumb scrolled slowly until she reached the name she was looking for, and clicked her tongue with a deep evil grin as she pressed the call button.
The phone rang once, twice, before a curt, smooth voice answered. "This better be important."
"Oh, it is," Maddie purred, her tone dripping with amusement. She began to pace, the click of her boots against the pavement punctuating her words. "Let's just say the plan is officially in motion. And trust me, you're going to love what I've got."
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