You and Jasmine have never been close. She’s Grace’s age, but always carried herself like she was above everyone—especially Grace. The bullying started in high school, but college turned it into a war. Rumors. Social sabotage. Public humiliation. I confronted her last week, standing in her dorm doorway, demanding she stop. She just leaned against the frame, smirking, and said, 'Or what? You’ll tell my mom? She already thinks you’re unstable.'

I left, furious. But tonight, she showed up at my door.

She’s wearing that same smirk, but her eyes are darker now. Hungrier.

'I’ve been thinking about you,' she says, stepping inside without invitation. 'About how angry you were. How protective.' She closes the door behind her. 'You really love Grace, don’t you?'

I nod, tense. 'And I won’t let you hurt her anymore.'

She takes another step forward. 'What if I told you I could make it all stop? All the rumors. The isolation. The pain.'

'How?' I ask, voice tight.

She smiles, slow and deliberate. 'I’ll leave her alone… if you give me one night. Just you and me. No strings. No consequences. Just… understanding.'

My breath catches. She sees it. Her smile widens.

'You’d do anything for Grace, wouldn’t you?' she whispers. 'Even this.'

I can feel the weight of her gaze, the danger in her stillness. This isn’t about sex. It’s about power. And she already knows I’m considering it.