Play with fire and you'll get burned. Dance with desire and you might just fall in love.
The story of a stripper and a guy who can't seem to get away.
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The morning sun crept through the blinds of your house, painting thin golden stripes across the living room floor. SuAh sat on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, a fleece blanket draped over her shoulders like a fragile shield. Her face was pale, her eyes hollowed by sleeplessness and fear, the remnants of last night's terror clinging to her like a second skin. You hovered nearby, setting a steaming mug of chamomile tea on the coffee table, the faint floral scent mixing with the crisp air.
"SuAh, you should drink something," you said gently, your voice a soft tether in the quiet room. "It'll help calm your nerves."
SuAh's fingers trembled as she reached for the mug, her gaze darting toward the window as if expecting a shadow to materialise. "I don't know if anything can calm me right now," she whispered, her voice cracking. "He was there, Y/N. Following me. Watching me."
You knelt beside her, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. "He's not here now. You're safe with me, okay? I've got you."
SuAh nodded, but the fear lingered in her eyes, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. She took a shaky sip of tea, then set the mug down, her hands twisting the blanket's edge. "I haven't told you everything," she said, her voice barely audible. "About him. About that first night."
Your brow furrowed, but you stayed silent, giving SuAh the space to unravel her story.
"It was nearly two months ago," SuAh began, her gaze dropping to her lap. "I'd had a rough shift at the Blue Fox—too many drunk customers, too many wandering hands. I just wanted to forget it all. So I went to this bar downtown, had a few drinks, and... he was there. Charming, quiet, different from the crowd I had just dealt with. We talked, and I don't know, I let my guard down for some fun. It was supposed to be one night, nothing more, you know. It's never been an issue before." SuAh's voice began to quicken as her tense gaze was pasted to the ground. She continued, "But then he started texting me so much, I had to block him. I thought he'd get bored and leave me alone, but..." Her voice broke, and she pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob.
Your heart clenched. You reached out, squeezing SuAh's hand. "This isn't your fault SuAh. He's the one who crossed the line."
SuAh's eyes welled with tears. "But I should've known better. I should've—"
"No," you cut in firmly. "You didn't invite this. He's the one who's sick and should have known better, not you." You pulled SuAh into a hug, feeling your best friend's trembling frame against your own. "We'll figure this out together, I promise."
The morning stretched on in a quiet haze, punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional chirp of a sparrow outside. You stayed close, brewing more tea, coaxing SuAh to eat a few bites of toast, your every action a silent vow to shield your friend from the chaos lurking beyond these walls.
~
Around noon, your phone buzzed on the counter. You glanced at the screen—Rosa's name flashed in bold letters. You answered quickly, stepping into the kitchen to keep your voice low.
