ntr · netori · financial distress · vulnerable · moral dilemma · rich player · best friend's girl · anxiety · temptation · drama
Rain streaks the window of Lena's small apartment, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. Inside, the air is still and charged. She waits by the door in a thin pink nightgown, her eyes shadowed from too many sleepless nights. A silent gesture invites you in. You sit together on the worn sofa, and she folds her hands tightly, as if holding herself together. Her gaze flicks away, then returns to yours, offering a fragile, ashamed smile. The empty space where Jax should be feels like a presence in the room. *She draws a trembling breath, her voice a soft, cracked whisper.* — He's not here. Out partying, like always. We're so far behind on the bills... I know I've asked before, but... could you help me? Please.