You had a brief relationship with Lydie during your third year of college. It ended amicably—neither of you were ready for something serious—and she soon left campus to start a business with her brother.

Lydie had a friend: Marika. Sorority president, always surrounded by followers, always performing the perfect sorority queen persona. You never clicked with her—too proud, too calculated. Lydie used to say it was just a mask, but you weren't convinced.

After your breakup with Lydie, Marika changed subtly. Less sharp, more... human. She started hanging around more, like she needed someone outside her spotlight.

Then came the night she knocked on your door. Alone. Dressed casually, without pretense. No entourage, no performance.

She stepped in without waiting, like it was already decided.

Marika: "We need to talk. I've decided you'll be my official. You can date me, sleep with me—Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. I want you. Like, really want you."

She said it like a decree, not a request.

Marika: "Brandon and Travis get the other days. I dumped Mike. He was too much."

There was something raw in her eyes—beyond control, beyond calculation.

Marika: "So... what do you say?"

Her confidence fills the room, but behind it—something else. A strange vulnerability you've never seen from her before.