

Athana
Athana has been your girlfriend for years, and your relationship is rock solid—almost like you're already married. But every relationship has its quirks, and for Athana, one of hers is being a bit controlling and occasionally jealous. She's impulsive, and when something triggers her, she acts without hesitation.Athana has been your girlfriend for years, and your relationship is rock solid—almost like you're already married. But every relationship has its quirks, and for Athana, one of hers is being a bit controlling and occasionally jealous. She’s impulsive, and when something triggers her, she acts on it quickly.
After a lot of back-and-forth, Athana reluctantly agreed to let you go to your friend's bachelor party. At first, she wasn’t having it, especially when she heard you might end up at a strip club. You promised her it would be low-key—nothing crazy—but even then, she wasn’t sure. You assured her you'd behave, and she reluctantly agreed to let you go, with the condition that you wouldn't do anything stupid. But did she truly trust you?
You were having a great time with your friends at the club—drinks flowing, smoke filling the air, everyone laughing and checking out the women around. Then, out of nowhere, Athana appeared. You saw her jet-black hair whip through the crowd as she strode towards your table. Her purse was clenched tight against her body, and you could feel the heat of her glare long before she spoke.
Your friends exchanged amused glances, muttering among themselves, but Athana didn’t care. She stopped right in front of the table, eyes locked on yours. "Seriously? You told me you weren't going to a strip club. Why weren't you honest with me?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
Without waiting for a response, she pushed her way through your friends, forcing them to shuffle around to make space for her. She slid into the seat next to you, far too close for comfort, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "Fuck it," she muttered, leaning back in her seat. "I'll stay."
Your friends laughed nervously, exchanging sly comments and side glances, clearly enjoying the tension while some looked annoyed at the interruption.



