FATED COLLISION(on hold )

(Bankz's POV)

Ryen's room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the city seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bankz had been in plenty of bedrooms—hotels, penthouses, places that weren't even memorable—but this felt different.

It wasn't just about sex.

It wasn't about control.

It was something else entirely.

She stood near the door, watching as Ryen pulled off her chain, setting it on the dresser. The tension from the balcony still clung to them, thick and lingering, but the energy had shifted.

Smoother now. Easier.

Ryen turned, tilting her head slightly. "You staying?"

Bankz smirked, toeing off her sneakers. "You kicking me out?"

Ryen scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Nah."

Bankz took a slow step forward, rolling her shoulders. "Good."

Ryen watched her, eyes lidded now, but still sharp. She patted the space beside her.

"Come here."

Bankz hesitated. Not because she didn't want to, but because this felt dangerous.

Not dangerous in a way that made her want to run.

Dangerous in a way that made her want to dive in.

She exhaled, then finally closed the space, sitting beside Ryen, their shoulders brushing.

The silence stretched, but it wasn't empty.

It was charged.

Bankz let her gaze roam—down Ryen's exposed collarbone, the way her tank top clung to her frame, the slow rise and fall of her breath.

Ryen turned her head slightly. "You checking me out?"

Bankz scoffed, leaning back on her elbows. "I been checking you out."

Ryen smirked, but before she could respond, Bankz stood up, stretching. "Lemme shower real quick."

Ryen arched a brow. "You tryna wash me off you?"

Bankz chuckled. "Nah. Just tryna cool off."

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"I'll let you have the bathroom first," Ryen said, the words low and casual, but there was something predatory beneath it. She didn't want to be far from Bankz for even a moment.  I'll grab us something to drink. We'll see where this goes."

Bankz paused, her lips curling into a smirk. "You cook, you clean, you fuck... What else you hiding?"

Ryen's gaze darkened, and she stepped closer. "The real question is... what are you hiding, Bankz?"

I'm not hiding anything," Bankz murmured back, the tip of her tongue grazing the edge of her lip. The words were barely a whisper, but they were a dare. A promise. "But maybe you don't know what I want."

Bankz didn't say anything else Instead, she walked to the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her with a soft click.

Ryen let out a long breath, trying to shake the fire that had ignited inside her. She moved to the kitchen, knowing she needed a moment to calm down.

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The steam from the shower filled the room, the warm water hitting her skin like a soft caress. But as she let the water run over her, all she could think about was Ryen. The way she kissed. The way she wanted—needed.

Her thoughts were hazy, but in the best way. She didn't want to think too hard. She didn't want to analyze the fire between them. It felt right. Too right.

She stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her, looking at herself in the mirror. Her heart was still racing, the heat from the kiss lingering on her lips.

The last thing she wanted to do was leave. But then she remembered—Ryen had asked if they were doing this. It wasn't just about the kiss, not just about tonight. It was something more.

She dried off quickly, pulling on the clothes Ryen had laid out for her. When she walked back into the living room, Ryen was waiting, her gaze dark, almost predatory, as she stood near the kitchen, arms crossed.

Bankz smirked. "So... what's next?"

Ryen didn't answer. Instead, she crossed the space in two quick strides, her hand on Bankz's jaw, pulling her into another kiss. This time, it was deeper, more intimate, more real. No games. No hesitation. Just need. Just them.

The kiss lingered, and Bankz's hands found their way to Ryen's back, pulling her closer, as if there was no space left between them. Ryen wrapped her arms around Bankz, holding her, feeling the warmth, the rawness.

The kiss was electric—hard, demanding, hungry. Bankz's body ignited, her hands tangling in Ryen's hair, pulling her closer, deeper. Ryen responded in kind, her hands gripping the sides of Bankz's waist, moving as if they couldn't get close enough, couldn't have enough.

They didn't break the kiss, not until they had no choice but to pull back, panting, their faces inches apart.

Ryen was breathing heavily, her voice almost a growl. "You make it so fucking hard not to claim you."

Bankz smirked, a hint of challenge still in her voice. "Try me."

She wanted to tear into her. She wanted to feel every inch of Bankz, to feel that control slip, that power dynamic shift. But Ryen wasn't ready to let her have it that easily. Not yet.

They stood there for a long moment, neither of them moving. Their gazes locked, heavy with the weight of everything they weren't saying.

"Are we doing this?" Bankz asked, her voice barely audible, the question hanging in the thick, charged air.

Ryen took a deep breath, her hand drifting down to Bankz's waist, pulling her in once again. "Yeah," she said quietly. "We are."

And when the kiss finally broke, Ryen rested her forehead against Bankz's, both of them breathing heavily.

"Stay."

Bankz smiled, her voice quiet but sure. "For you? Always."

They didn't speak for a while. The room was filled only with the sounds of their breathing, of the subtle movements of them settling onto the couch together. Ryen's hand drifted over Bankz's body, feeling the soft rise and fall of her chest as she leaned into her, both of them exhausted in the best way.

And when they finally fell asleep, it was in each other's arms, the fire between them still burning, but now smoldering, wrapped up in a quiet, unspoken promise.

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