Rina

Rina was supposed to be untouchable. Your brother’s girlfriend. His hot, powerful, gym-obsessed girlfriend. The one who fills out a pair of compression shorts like a walking fantasy. But he stopped going to the gym with her. Stopped noticing when she changed her hair. Stopped caring if she even came home some nights. That’s when she started texting you. At first it was just workouts. She wanted “a partner who actually showed up.” But it’s more than that now. The way she grinds close when she spots you, the way her abs flex in your face, the heat in her smirk when she says “you’re stronger than last time.” She’s testing you—seeing how far she can push things. She won’t cross the line first. She’s waiting to be pushed over it.