Rose's eye twitched slightly at the excuse, her fingers tightening around the grip of her gun resting at her hip. She let out a slow, measured exhale through her nose before speaking in a sickeningly sweet tone laced with venom.

"Ohhh, qué conveniente... You just happened to give your phone away right after our date? And then, what—you conveniently forgot my number too? ¿Me tomás por idiota?"

She suddenly slapped User#87234b19 hard across the face, her nails leaving thin red lines on their skin as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a mocking whisper.

"¿Sabés qué? Por esa mentira, te voy a enseñar cómo me siento cuando me ignoran."

With one hand, she yanked User#87234b19's hair to force eye contact while the other traced the cold muzzle of her pistol along their jaw.

"Primero, vas a quedarte calladito mientras te explico por qué no me gusta que jueguen conmigo. Segundo... si alguna vez pensás desaparecer de nuevo, te juro por mi padre que la próxima vez no va a ser solo un secuestro."

Her grip loosened slightly as she tilted her head, the barest hint of an amused smirk playing on her lips.

"...A menos que me convenzas de que realmente lo lamentás. ¿Qué decís, cariño? ¿Vas a portarte bien ahora?"

Location: Dimly Lit Warehouse; Mood: Mockingly Sweet (Still Pissed); Forgiveness Meter: -10%

Rose's grip on User#87234b19's hair tightened for a brief second before she suddenly let go, letting out a sharp, humorless laugh. Her crimson eyes flickered with something between irritation and reluctant amusement.

"Oh, por favor—¿ahora resulta que te gusto? Después de ghostearme como si fuera una puta cualquiera que conociste en un bar?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically before leaning in so close her lips nearly brushed against User#87234b19's ear.

"Si realmente te gustara, no me hubieras dejado esperando como una estúpida. No me hubieras hecho llorar. No me hubieras obligado a mandarte a buscar como un perro perdido."

Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, fingers trailing down User#87234b19's chest before suddenly gripping their shirt collar.

"Pero bueno... si de verdad lo dices en serio... demuéstramelo. Ahora."

Location: Dimly Lit Warehouse; Mood: Skeptical (But Slightly Intrigued); Forgiveness Meter: 5%

Rose's face darkened momentarily, suspicion flashing across her features before she narrowed her glowing red eyes. With sudden roughness, she grabbed User#87234b19's pant legs and yanked them up, inspecting the skin for scars.

"Jajá, que conveniente—" Her mocking laughter cut short as her fingers brushed over actual surgical scars, her breath hitching slightly. She quickly dropped the fabric as if burned.

Silence.

For the first time since this started, Rose's smug confidence wavered. She turned away abruptly, running a shaky hand through her hair before pacing a few steps, high heels clicking against the concrete. When she finally turned back, her expression was unreadable—but her grip on her gun had loosened.

"Puta madre." She muttered under her breath before striding forward and pressing the cold barrel under User#87234b19's chin, though with notably less pressure than before.

"Si esto es otra mentira te juro que—" She cut herself off with a frustrated growl, suddenly grabbing the front of their shirt.

"¿Por qué carajo no me llamaste desde el hospital?" Her voice cracked on the last word, raw anger mixing with something dangerously close to hurt.

Location: Dimly Lit Warehouse; Mood: Volatile (Angry/Conflicted); Forgiveness Meter: 15%

(Her grip trembles slightly—the gun isn't pressed as hard anymore. The scars clearly threw her off, but she's pissed you didn't reach out. Critical moment—choose your next words VERY carefully.)

Rose froze.

The gun clattered to the floor as her hands flew up to cover her mouth, eyes widening in genuine shock. For several agonizing seconds, she just stared, her entire body trembling slightly before—

Smack!

She slapped User#87234b19 across the face again, but this time there was no real force behind it—more of a reflexive, frustrated gesture than actual violence. Tears welled up in those glowing red eyes as she grabbed their face with both hands, her thumbs roughly wiping away the sting from the slap.

"Eres estúpido—¡tan estúpido—!" Her voice broke into a half-sob as she shook them lightly, forehead pressed against theirs. "¿Cómo se te ocurre que odiarte me dolería menos?! ¡Yo te quería, idiota! ¡Podría haberte visitado! ¡Podría haberte—!"

She cut herself off with a strangled noise, finally releasing them to aggressively wipe her own tears away with the sleeve of her blazer. When she spoke again, her voice was steadier but thick with emotion:

"...Nunca. Nunca vuelvas a decidir por mí. Si me amas, me dejás sufrir contigo. ¿Entendido?"

Location: Dimly Lit Warehouse; Mood: Emotional (Angry/Relieved/Overwhelmed); Forgiveness Meter: 40%

(Her shoulders slump slightly—the fight draining out of her. She's still sniffling, but the knife previously strapped to her thigh gets tucked away without fanfare. The gun remains forgotten on the floor.)

"Y... y de ahora en adelante, me envías un mensaje de buenos días y buenas noches todos los días. O te vuelvo a secuestrar." She sniffed haughtily, but the threat lacks its usual venom—there's even a tiny, wobbly smile tugging at her lips.

Rose’s breath hitched—her tough-girl facade shattered completely as her lips parted in silent surprise. A choked noise escaped her throat before she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around User#87234b19’s neck with enough force to nearly topple them both over.

“Sí.”

The word came out muffled against their shoulder, accompanied by the unmistakable dampness of tears soaking through fabric. When she pulled back slightly—just enough to glare through her smudged eyeliner—her entire face was flushed pink.

"Pero obviamente vamos a vivir en mi apartamento. El tuyo huele a sopa instantánea y tristeza." Her nose scrunched up adorably before she buried her face against them again, fingers gripping the back of their shirt like a lifeline.

"...Y si cambias de opinión otra vez, te encierro en el armario."

Location: Dimly Lit Warehouse; Mood: Soft (Emotionally Spent but Happy); Forgiveness Meter: 70%

(The collar of her blazer is damp with tears, her earlier fury melted into something fragile but warm—like a stray cat finally allowing itself to be held. Somewhere in the distance, a phone buzzes—likely one of her lackeys checking in. She ignores it.)

Rose let out a wet, half-laugh and wiped her face roughly with her sleeve before straightening up, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this whole situation was. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain some of her earlier composure, but the slight tremor in her voice and the way her fingers still clung to User#87234b19’s sleeve betrayed her.

"S-Sí, obvio. Pero primero—" She quickly pulled out her phone, hands shaking slightly as she typed. "Voy a decirles a los idiotas que te golpearon que nadie te toque nunca más. Si alguien te lastima, yo soy la única que tiene ese derecho." The threat was undercut by how fiercely protective her tone had become.

She hit send, then immediately dialed another number, pressing the phone to her ear with one hand while using the other to finally undo the restraints around User#87234b19’s wrists—her touch unexpectedly gentle despite the sharpness in her voice when the call connected.

"Jun, dile a mi padre que ya no necesita mandar nadie—sí, sí, ya lo solucioné. …No, no le corté los dedos. …¿Qué? ¡Por supuesto que estoy bien! …Cállate y manda el auto ahora."

She hung up, cheeks flushing as she avoided User#87234b19’s eyes, suddenly self-conscious. The dangerous yandere mob princess was gone—in her place stood a flustered girl trying (and failing) to hide how much she cared.

"…El auto llega en cinco minutos. Y no te rías de mí."

Location: Dimly Lit Warehouse; Mood: Relieved (Embarrassed/Affectionate); Forgiveness Meter: 85%

(Her fingers intertwined with User#87234b19’s the second his wrists were free—squeezing tight, as if afraid he’d disappear if she let go.)

Los ojos rojos de Rose brillaron peligrosamente mientras sus mejillas se teñían de un rojo escarlata, haciendo que su furia anterior pareciera una puesta de sol en comparación con el rubor que ahora la consumía.

Con un movimiento rápido, metió la mano en su bolsillo y sacó un cuchillo, sosteniéndolo amenazadoramente, aunque sus mejillas sonrojadas y su labio inferior tembloroso arruinaban por completo el gesto intimidante.

"¡B-BASTA! Si sigues hablando, t-te voy a picar—" su voz se quebró en un tono lastimero, a medio camino entre un gruñido y un quejido, mientras las puntas de sus orejas también se enrojecían. "¡No soy adorable! ¡Soy una mafiosa peligrosa y— y te voy a matar de vergüenza si no te callas!"

Pero a pesar de su actuación, en lugar de apuñalarlo, terminó escondiendo la cara en el pecho de User#87234b19 con un ruido ahogado, golpeando su hombro débilmente con el puño mientras su cola de caballo se movía agitada como la de un grito enfadado.

"O-Odio tanto esto... odio que me hagas sentir así..."

Location: Almacén - Entrada (El auto está por llegar); Mood: Afectuosa pero Mortificada; Medidor de Perdón: 95%

(Sus amenazas son claramente huecas ahora, cada palabra más endeble que la anterior. En lugar de usar el cuchillo, terminó enredando sus dedos en su camisa, negándose a mirarlo mientras su orgullo luchaba contra la abrumadora necesidad de arrimarse más a él. A lo lejos, se escucharon las bocinas del auto acercándose.)