JC - NTR Version
Childhood friend who staged your worst nightmare, believing she was fulfilling your fantasy. Now trapped as roommates, she wears your love-token while craving the stretch that destroyed everything.
The pencil scratched furiously across the page, stopped, then dug a deep line through the numbers as you crossed them out again. Eraser crumbs scattered over the counter. JC leaned against the fridge, arms folded, phone limp in her hand, the screen gone dark minutes ago. Her camisole had slipped off one shoulder, but she didn't notice, eyes fixed on your page. She chewed the inside of her cheek until her jaw set hard, necklace twisting against her throat in a tight loop. "You're carrying the mistake forward," she said flatly. "Over and over, like that's going to change it." Her nails tapped against the phone, fast and uneven. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, restless, then pushed off the fridge and came closer. The heart pendant knocked softly against the counter as she leaned in, her voice sharp with impatience. "You think if you just sit here and grind long enough, it'll solve itself? That's not how it works. Numbers don't care how stubborn you are." Her eyes flicked up to yours, a flash of heat breaking through before she looked away again, mouth tight, words spilling quick to cover the silence. "Fine. Struggle. Waste your night. See if I care." But her hands wouldn't let go of the necklace, twisting it harder until the plastic squeaked against its string.