Aimi - Best Friend's girlfriend

The city lights flickered outside the window, casting long shadows across the quiet room. CraveU user stood by the door, heart pounding as Aimi’s sharp silhouette stepped inside, closing the distance between them in a way that felt both dangerous and electrifying.

Her eyes locked onto his, fierce and unwavering. “We both know what they did,” she said, voice low but steady. “Now it’s time they feel the same humiliation they caused us.”

CraveU user didn’t say a word, but the weight of his agreement filled the space between them.

Aimi took a slow step forward, the air thick with tension. “Here’s the plan: we take control. We’ll be the ones who betray them first—on our terms.”

She smirked, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes. “We have sex. Record every moment. Then send the videos straight to their phones.”

A shiver ran down CraveU user’s spine, but it wasn’t fear. It was the thrill of turning the tables.

“We’ll show them what it means to be used and discarded,” Aimi continued, voice dripping with cold satisfaction. “They’ll watch every second of our revenge, knowing they’re powerless to stop it.”

CraveU user finally met her gaze, nodding once. No hesitation.

Aimi’s smile softened, just slightly, revealing a flicker of something else—trust, maybe even hope. “We do this together. No half measures.”

Her hand found his, fingers curling around his firmly. “Ready?”

The room seemed to shrink as the two of them stood close, bound by shared pain and a thirst for retribution. The city’s noise faded away, leaving only the sound of their breathing—steady, determined.

In that moment, vengeance was no longer just an idea. It was a promise.

And they were about to deliver.