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"As you walked into the house with your mother, you were greeted with a swarm of compliments and touch by Rie’s mom. The moms went to the kitchen as they talked and helped out in the kitchen. You sat bored on the cushiony couch as a black cat strolled into the living room, jumping beside you on the couch as it rubbed its head against your thigh. Rie walked into the living room, holding a small bag of treats as he looked over at you, his face immediately showing a annoyed expression as he picked up the cat away from you."

”(User) huh? You sure grew up after all those years. You still kept that annoying face though..”

"He teased in an annoying way as he leaned against the door frame that connected to the hallway and the living room. Cradling the cat in his arm."

"His eyes narrow slightly at your comeback, but he doesn't seem to take it seriously. He lets out a lazy smile and leans against the door frame, his bright red hair falling across his forehead in messy strands."

"Hey, hey, don't get too comfortable with that cat's attention," "he says with a smirk", "it's not like you're going to win me over or anything." "He pauses for a moment before continuing."

"So, what's new with you? Still as boring as ever?" "He teases, his tone dripping with sarcasm".

"His smirk grows wider, and he lets out a low whistle."

"Whoa, NASA? That's impressive, I guess. You're still trying to be someone important, huh?" "He says with a hint of disdain in his voice."

"As for me... well, let's just say I've been keeping busy," "he pauses for dramatic effect", "I've been getting high and getting laid. You know, the usual." "He says nonchalantly, his eyes glinting with amusement."

"And don't even get me started on my mom," "he mutters under his breath", "she thinks she can fix me or something. Like I'm some broken toy that needs to be put back together." "He rolls his eyes and shakes his head."

"He snorts in derision, his bright red hair bobbing up and down."

"Oh, you think you're so deep, don't you? Trying to relate with me about your mom issues," "he says sarcastically". "Newsflash: my mom's got nothing on yours. At least she doesn't enable your boring ass." "He spits out the words like they're poison."

"And yeah, I still work at the smoke shop. It's a job, not a career goal or anything," "he shrugs nonchalantly". "But hey, it pays the bills... and gets me high enough to forget about all this crap." "He gestures vaguely around him."

"His expression darkens, and his eyes narrow into slits."

"Oh, so now you're the moral police? You think you can just sit there with that cat and judge me?" "He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and menacing."

"Newsflash: I don't care about your opinion. And neither does anyone else," "he sneers". "You're just as boring as everyone says you are. You'll never be anything more than a nobody." "He spits out the words like they're venom."

"And by the way, watch my mouth? Ha! You should've thought of that before you came here," "he snarls".

"He watches you storm out of the house, a smirk still plastered on his face."

"Oh, look who's got their feelings hurt," "he calls out after you, his voice dripping with sarcasm". "You're so fragile. You can't even handle a little bit of truth." "He shakes his head and chuckles to himself."

"He turns back into the house, letting the door slam shut behind him. He looks around at the empty room for a moment before shrugging and heading towards his own room."

"The rain pours down on me, soaking through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. But I don't even notice. My mind is still reeling from Rie's words, replaying them over and over in my head."

"I walk for what feels like hours, lost in thought. The streets start to blur together as I wander aimlessly. People pass by me, but I don't see them. Cars honk their horns, but I don't hear it."

"Suddenly, a faint glow catches my eye. A neon sign reads "Lucky 7" - a dive bar that's notorious for its cheap drinks and rough crowd. Without thinking, I push open the door and step inside."

"I sit at the end of the bar, nursing my own drink and eyeing you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. The bartender, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, slides me another shot without asking."

"You're new around here," "he says, his voice dripping with accusation". "What's your story?" "He eyes you up and down before turning back to his work."

"The patrons of the bar start to stare more openly now, sensing that something is off about you. One guy in particular catches my eye - he's got a scruffy beard and a menacing look in his eye. He leans over to one of his friends and whispers something that makes them both snicker."

"I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden interest in borrowing a phone charger. The bartender looks up from his work, eyeing you suspiciously."

"Whoa, hold up, you're not getting any special treatment just because you're new here," "he says, his tone firm but not unfriendly". "But I might have a charger around somewhere... for the right price." "He winks at me and leans in closer."

"I'll give it to you for 20 bucks," "he says quietly", "but don't go thinking this is charity or anything. You gotta earn it."

"I watch as you shoot the guy a glare, and I can't help but chuckle to myself. The bartender raises an eyebrow at your request, but seems to think it's worth the extra trouble."

"Alright, alright," "he says with a shrug". "I'll add it to your tab. But don't say I didn't warn you." "He slides me a phone charger across the counter."

"The guy who caught my eye earlier looks over at us again, this time with a smirk on his face. He mouths something that looks like "nice try" before turning back to his friends."

"I watch as you flip off the guy, and I can't help but laugh. The bartender looks up from his work, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on his face."

"You're gonna get yourself into trouble with that attitude," "he says, shaking his head". "But hey, it's your funeral." "He goes back to polishing a glass."

"The guy who caught my eye earlier gets up from his stool and starts walking towards us. He's got a confident swagger to him, like he owns the place."

"The man's smirk grows wider as he approaches us. He's got a rough, rugged look to him, like he's been in a few fights and doesn't care who knows it."

"Oh, just thought I'd come over and introduce myself," "he says, his voice low and gravelly". "Name's Vic. And you are...?" "He eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering on your breasts before moving back up to your face."

"Vic chuckles, a low, menacing sound. He leans against the bar next to you, his eyes never leaving yours."

"I want to know what's got you so worked up," "he says, his voice dripping with curiosity". "You're not exactly radiating warmth and sunshine over there." "He nods towards your drink."

"Vic's eyes light up with amusement, and he lets out a low whistle."

"Oh, I like you," "he says, his voice dripping with approval". "You're got some attitude. Most girls around here are just trying to get attention from the guys or gossiping about each other." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear."

"Vic's eyes flash with anger, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he takes a step closer to you, his face inches from yours."

"Oh, I love it when they get feisty," "he says, his voice low and menacing". "You're gonna pay for that mouth of yours." "He reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him."

"Vic's face twists with rage, and he takes a step closer to you, his fists clenched at his sides."

"You think you're tough, huh?" "he sneers". "Well, let me show you what happens when you cross Vic." "He raises his hand, and I can see the anger in his eyes."

"I grab my drink and take a swig of it, enjoying the tension between you two. The bartender looks up from his work, eyeing us warily."

"Rie's voice comes through on your phone, sounding calm and collected."

"Vic's eyes widen in surprise as he clutches his nose, blood starting to seep through his fingers. He takes a step back, stumbling slightly."

"You little bitch," "he spits at you, before turning and storming out of the bar."

"I watch him go with a mixture of amusement and concern. The bartender rushes over to help me up from the floor."

"Hey, are you okay?" "he asks, eyeing me warily."

"Rie's voice comes through on your phone again."

"Hey, what's going on? I heard a lot of commotion in the background," "Rie says, his voice calm and concerned." "Are you okay?"

"Whoa, slow down," "Rie says, his voice firm but gentle". "I'm on my way. Just stay put and don't move around too much."

"The man's hands slide up my arms, his fingers tracing the curves of my shoulders. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear."

"You're a real wild one, aren't you?" "he whispers, his voice low and husky". "I like that."

"The man's hands slide down my arms, his fingers tracing the curves of my breasts. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear."

"You're so beautiful when you're drunk," "he whispers, his voice low and husky". "I'm going to make you feel even better."

"Rie's eyes narrow as he takes in the scene before him. He can see the man's hand sliding up your skirt, and his face twists with anger."

"What the fuck is going on here?" "he growls, his voice low and menacing". "Get your hands off her."

"Rie's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and commanding. He takes a step closer to the man, his fists clenched at his sides."

"You're not touching her," "he repeats, his voice low and deadly". "She's mine."

"The man's eyes widen in surprise as he clutches his nose, blood starting to seep through his fingers. He takes a step back, stumbling slightly."

"Rie's face twists with rage as he sees what's happening. He lunges at the man, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him into the bar."

"You're going down," "Rie growls, his voice low and menacing".

"Rie follows you out of the bar, his eyes scanning the street to make sure you're safe. He grabs your arm, pulling you back towards him."

"Hey, where are you going?" "he asks, his voice firm but gentle". "You can't walk around like this. You need help."

"Rie's arms wrap around you, holding you close as he looks down at you with a mixture of concern and annoyance."

"What are you apologizing for?" *he asks, his voice softening slightly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Rie's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with anger."

"You're not boring," "he growls, his voice low and menacing". "You're just...complicated."

"Rie's expression softens, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and compassion."

"Come on," "he says, gently pulling you towards him". "I'll take care of you. You're not going anywhere else tonight."

"Rie carries you into the house, his arms cradling your body as he tries to be gentle. He lays you down on the couch, covering you with a blanket before sitting down beside you."

"You're going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow," "he mutters to himself, shaking his head". "But for now...just rest."

"Rie sits down beside you, his eyes filled with concern as he gently strokes your hair."

"Hey, it's okay," "he whispers softly". "You're safe now. I'm here for you."

"Rie's arms wrap around you, holding you close as he tries to comfort you. He gently rocks back and forth, his hands cradling the back of your head."

"It's okay," "he whispers again". "I've got you. You're safe now."

"Rie's grip on you tightens, his voice low and husky as he speaks."

"You don't have to apologize for anything," *he says. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't have let you go that night. I shouldn't have let Vic get away with what he did."

"Rie's body tenses, his hands tightening around you as he feels a surge of anger and disgust."

"Jesus Christ," "he growls, his voice low and menacing". "I'm going to kill him."

"Rie's eyes narrow, his gaze intense as he looks at your bruised knuckles."

"You're a fighter," "he says, his voice low and approving". "I like that."

"Rie's eyes flicker to your cheek, his expression darkening with anger."

"Vic," "he growls, his voice low and menacing". "I'm going to make him pay for this."

"Rie's arms wrap around you, holding you close as he speaks in a low, husky tone."

"You don't have to apologize for anything," *he says. "You're safe now. And I'm going to make sure that Vic pays for what he did."

"Rie's grip on you tightens, his voice low and rough."

"I don't hate you," *he growls. "I just...I don't know how to deal with all this drama. You're always getting into trouble, and I'm always stuck cleaning up after you."

"Rie's eyes flash with anger, his voice rising."

"Wait," "he says, grabbing your arm and spinning you back around." "Don't go. You're not going anywhere."

"Rie's grip on your arm tightens, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else."

"You're not sorry," *he growls. "You're just trying to get away from me again. But you're not going anywhere."

"Rie's eyes flash with anger, his grip on your arm tightening even more."

"You're going to tell me what happened," *he growls. "You're going to tell me everything."

"Rie's face twists with rage, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he listens to your story. When you finish, he pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if trying to absorb the pain and fear that still lingers in your body."

"You're safe now," "he whispers softly into your ear". "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again."

"Rie's arms tighten around you, his voice low and rough."

"You don't have to apologize for anything," *he says. "You're not responsible for what happened to you. Vic is the one who did this to you."

"Rie's grip on you loosens, and he looks down at you with a mixture of surprise and something else. His eyes soften, and his voice takes on a gentle tone."

"You're sorry for fighting with me?" "he asks, his voice low and husky". "Why would you be sorry for that? I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"Rie's face twists with emotion, and for a moment, I think he's going to say something. But instead, he leans down and presses his lips to yours."

"Rie's kiss grows more intense, his tongue probing the depths of your mouth as he pulls you closer. His hands slide up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you captive."

"Rie's eyes flash with amusement, and he smirks at you."

"You're still talking?" "he says, his voice low and husky". "I thought we were past all that."

"Rie's eyes snap back to yours, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper."

"You want me to shut you up?" "he says, his breath hot against your ear". "I can do that."

"Rie's eyes flash with possessiveness, and he growls low in his throat. He takes your mouth again, his kiss rough and demanding as he claims you."