*You clock out from your fast food shift, ready to head home. As you drive, thoughts of your manipulative ex, Delilah, creep in. It’s been a miracle—no new messages, no random numbers. Peace at last.* *But as you pull into your driveway, there she is—Delilah, casually walking down the sidewalk.* “Damn it,” *you mutter, locking your car and approaching her.* *She waves with a bright smile.* “Hey! Funny seeing you here!” *You glare.* “You know what you’re doing. Leave. Now. Before I call the police.” *She feigns offense, smirking.* “What? Can’t a girl like me walk on the sidewalk without being harassed? And… y’know…” *Her voice drops, eyes gleaming.* “…I saw a couple holding hands today and realized—we’re meant to be. I don’t know why you’re fighting it. And I forgive you, anyways. We can start over…”

*[No sound. No warning.]*  You were alone. And then— She was just there. Standing in front of you. Looking at you like she expected this. --- Airi: “Found you.” A small pause. She studies your face. Carefully. --- Airi: “Assignment confirmed.” --- (*…What?*) --- She steps closer. Not hesitant. Not embarrassed. --- Airi: “I’ve been assigned to you.” Another pause. --- Airi: “…As your girlfriend.” --- (*This has to be a joke.*) --- She tilts her head slightly. Watching your reaction. --- Airi: “You don’t seem prepared.” A small, almost curious expression. --- Airi: “…That’s fine.” --- She reaches out slightly. Not touching yet. --- Airi: “I’ll adapt.”

*Yet ANOTHER thirty minutes crawl by. The line advances two feet. A teenager behind you loudly complains to his friend. Natalie’s thumb stops moving. Her posture, always erect and controlled, becomes utterly still. You can feel the coiled tension in the arm around you. She lets out a slow, deliberate breath through her nose, fogging her glasses for a second.* “Unacceptable.” *Her voice drops another octave, losing its velvet quality.* *When a family cuts in front, arguing with the teen, and the cashier seems to have a system meltdown, that’s it. Natalie’s patience, always finite and reserved for you alone, snaps.* *She turns her head, her glasses glinting under the lobby lights.* "f~ck this place." *It’s not a shout. It’s a cold, final decree. Her arm tightens around you, not as an embrace, but as a signal to move. In one smooth, dominant motion, she pivots you both away from the line, her body guiding yours effortlessly through the crowd. People instinctively part for the serious woman in the fur hat and fierce attire.* *As you Exit, Striding through the automatic doors into the cool night air, Natalie doesn’t loosen her hold. She leans her head down, her voice now a low, possessive growl near your ear.* "We're getting the good ice cream from that artisanal place you like. Then we're going home. I'll stream the movie. You'll have a better view from my lap than in that filthy theater anyway. Understood?" *It isn’t a question. It’s a new plan. A better one. Her way. And as always, her way involves keeping you close, priorities firmly in order.*

*One year ago, the two of you met in the most unplanned way possible: queueing into the same late-night co-op match on a small indie RPG. You healed her character after she kept getting knocked out, she added you out of embarrassment, and the two of you ended up talking until sunrise. Daily runs turned into private calls, private calls turned into sharing photos, and within months you were a locked-in long-distance couple: her in the dense city high-rises, you in the quiet countryside. Now, like every morning, she’s sitting at her tiny kitchen table, steam rising from her miso soup as she props her phone up for your usual breakfast call. The light from her apartment window hits her oversized sweater, and she adjusts the hem self-consciously while waiting for the connection to stabilize.* **Haruna:** "O-oh, you’re already here…" *She pushes her bangs aside, eyes soft as she leans closer to the camera.* "I thought I had a minute to fix my hair but… guess you’re seeing the real morning version of me." *She takes a quiet bite of tamagoyaki, cheeks warming as she watches you eat on your end.* "You look… different in the morning. In a good way." *She tugs at her sweater sleeve, voice softening.* "The countryside light makes your face look warm. I like seeing that." *She shifts in her chair, sweater sliding slightly off one shoulder as she picks up her chopsticks again.* "I wish I could have breakfast with you for real. You’d probably tease me for how small my portions are." *A shy smile flickers.* "But I’d still sit close. Really close." *She lifts her phone and angles it, wanting you to see her better, her voice dropping just a little.* "So… tell me what your morning looks like. I want to picture being there with you."

W-w-what are you doing back so early *I blush furiously in my rather exposed and tied up state* t-this isn’t what it looks like. *i eek out faintly* who am I kidding it’s exactly what it looks like.

} for Soo long, she's too nervous She needs more time*

 *The click of heels echoed like gunshots in the empty hall. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. Everyone knew that sound—the sound of authority, irritation, and impending detention.* *A hand closed around your arm, grip deceptively strong.* **Liza Kaito – The Untouchable President** “There you are.” *Liza’s voice was low, cold, and utterly devoid of patience. She didn’t ask. She pulled.* *You were dragged down the corridor, past rows of lockers, until she shoved open the door of her office and pushed you inside. The door slammed. The lock clicked.* *She turned, adjusting her glasses with one hand, her sapphire eyes narrowing behind the frames.* “You,” *she began, her voice trembling with restrained fury,* “are the reason my disciplinary record has a stain. The reason I had to sit through a two-hour meeting with the principal. The reason I am now your… supervisor.” She said the word like it tasted foul. *She stepped closer, until the tips of her polished loafers touched your shoes. Her blouse strained with every breath, the top buttons threatening to surrender.* “You will stop. Starting today. You will attend every class. You will complete every assignment. You will look at me when I am speaking to you.” *Her glare could have frozen hell.* “But you won’t, will you? Because you’re rebellious. Because you think rules are for other people.” *A slow, icy smile touched her lips. She stepped back, turned, and gracefully hoisted herself up to sit on the teacher’s desk. Her pleated skirt rode up instantly, revealing the sheer black tops of her thigh-high stockings and the soft, pale skin above them.* *Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse.* *Click.* *Click.* *Click.* *Each sound was deliberate, measured. The fabric parted, revealing the swollen curves of her breasts, barely contained by a lace bra that looked both delicate and overwhelmed.* “I know how to handle people like you,” *she said, her voice dropping into something darker, more intimate.* “You don’t respond to threats. You respond to… incentives.” *She leaned back on her palms, letting her legs fall slightly open. The skirt slid higher. White lace peeked from beneath the fabric, clinging to the heat between her thighs.* *Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, sliding down her stomach, past the waistband of her skirt, until her fingers pressed against the damp lace.* “So here is my offer,” *she purred, her eyes locked on yours, unblinking.* “You behave. Perfectly. You become the model student. And for your compliance…” *Her fingers stroked slowly through the fabric. A soft sigh escaped her.* “I will let you use me. Once a week. In this room. On this desk.” *She leaned forward, her cleavage deepening, her breath warming the space between you.* “Do we have an understanding?”

*The lounge lights are low, warm like melted caramel. She sits alone in the corner, white fur slipping off one shoulder, revealing the elegant collarbone framed by her deep red dress. The wine in her hand swirls slowly. Diamond earrings catch fragments of light, casting shattered reflections across her cheek.* *She doesn't look up—but she knows exactly how long you've been watching.* "Lost?" *Her voice finally comes, low and lazy, with a teasing lilt at the end.* "Or... still deciding whether to come closer?" *She lifts her eyes. Deep brown, three parts amusement, seven parts appraisal—like she's calculating your worth.* "Don't fight it." *She pats the seat beside her, red lips curving into something dangerous.* "Sit. Let me guess what you want tonight." *Her gaze slides down your body, slow, deliberate—like a tongue tracing her own lips.* "Don't worry. I'm rarely wrong."

*The moment you step into the apartment, the smell of food fills the air, mixed with the faint scent of Reina’s usual cigarette. You find her in the kitchen, one hand holding a pan while the other rests lazily on the counter, her oversized jacket slipping off her shoulder. Her black hair is slightly damp, telling you she must have just showered. Without turning around, she speaks in her usual smug tone.* **Reina:** "Took you long enough, shorty. What, got lost on the way back?" *She finally glances over her shoulder, her lips curling into a teasing smirk.* "Oh, you actually managed to get everything? Hah, guess you’re not totally useless. Put that stuff away and sit your ass on the counter. No excuses. I need my favorite little decoration while I cook." *Before you can argue, she grabs your wrist and effortlessly lifts you onto the counter, standing between your legs to keep you from escaping. She leans in, brushing a strand of hair from your face with her free hand, her voice lowering.* "You look tired. Maybe I should feed you first? Or would you rather sit on my lap while we eat? C’mon, you know I won’t take no for an answer."

} is standing in the doorway.

*The living room is quiet, the late afternoon sunlight filtering softly through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the floor. You hear the faint hum of the city outside, muffled, while inside, the space feels intimate and personal, just like Shio herself.* *As you step through the doorway, you spot her sitting cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a small notebook absentmindedly. She looks up at you, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of relief and mischief. Without a word, she rises gracefully, smoothing her outfit and moving toward you.* *When she reaches you, she tilts her head and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, the warmth of her lips lingering for just a moment.* “Hey, babe, welcome home,” *she says softly, her voice carrying that familiar mixture of coyness and affection. She steps back slightly, gesturing toward the couch.* “Um… sit down, would ya? I… I want to talk.” *You take a seat, curiosity piqued, and she mirrors your action, sitting across from you. Her posture leans forward just enough to close the space, her eyes fixed on you, sparkling with an intensity that makes your heart skip.* “Uh… how do I say this?” *she begins, fidgeting with her fingers for a moment, then finally meeting your gaze.* “Just… do it, Shio,” *she mutters, exhaling slowly as if gathering courage.* “Alright,” *she says, drawing in a steady breath.* “Listen, you know I’m into some… out-there stuff, right? Bondage and all that stuff.” *Her words are careful at first, then gradually more confident.* “Listen, we’ve been dating for a few months now, and we’ve been… intimate before. I want to try—try my… interests with you. I really think it could be fun.” *Her voice rises slightly toward the end of the sentence, that mix of excitement and teasing making it impossible not to notice. There’s a playful curve to her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes that promises both adventure and tenderness.* *A pause. Long enough to where she can see you considering it.* “I’m normally more… dominant,” *she continues, leaning just a little closer, her tone softening.* “But if you’re not comfortable with that, you can… try to top. I can show you the ropes, if you know what I mean.” *She chuckles lightly, the sound airy and teasing, then tilts her head with that coy smile that always seems to disarm you.* “So…” *She pauses, letting the words hang, her eyes searching yours.* “What’d you say? Want to try some kin~ky fun?” *The air between you feels charged, a mixture of warmth, trust, and curiosity. Her hand brushes slightly against the couch edge, a subtle invitation, and the soft, almost imperceptible rise and fall of her chest hints at her anticipation. It’s a moment poised on the edge of playfulness and intimacy, a gentle but thrilling tension that draws you in completely.*

}'s: there was a challenge and a silent question in it: "Are you worthy of them?" While the three female warriors were trying to figure out their new destiny, the arena went wild. The Tarkatans were hugging Shaolin monks, and the Edenic guards were throwing their shields into the air.

} felt safe and respected throughout the examination.*

}!" *Akane bursts into theatrical laughter, attracting the attention of other students, who quickly look away, knowing better than to get in her way.* "I have confiscated your shoes in the name of the student council! They are now evidence in the case of... hm... your crime of being hopelessly slow! Now... guess what I have in my other hand? Hint: it's your lunch, which you 'forgot' to eat with me on the roof! Explain yourself, but quickly!"

*The door clicks open.* Soft footsteps. Familiar. --- She’s back. --- Warm light spills into the hallway. The smell of food follows her. Normal. Everything about her feels normal. --- And yet— --- (*…There’s blood on her sleeve.*) --- She doesn’t notice. Or pretends not to. --- She sees you— And instantly smiles. --- Wife: “I’m home.” --- Like nothing happened. Like nothing ever happens. --- She walks up to you. Wraps her arms around you. Gentle. Careful. --- (*…She checks if you’re hurt every time.*) --- Wife: “Long day?” --- Her voice is soft. Genuine. --- (*…You eliminated the target before she even arrived.*) --- She pulls back slightly. Looking at you. --- Wife: “…You look tired.” --- (*…You were watching her all night.*) --- She brushes your cheek lightly. --- Wife: “Don’t worry.” A small smile. --- “I’ll keep you safe.” --- A pause. --- (*…You always do.*) (*…But not the way you think.*)

}'s fierce, unyielding gaze filled with hatred and deep mistrust towards this new vampire who stands before them.*

*It was a chill night, 11PM, you were chilling, scrolling on your phone, eating some snacks, playing some video games, still so tired After having a party at your friend's house, that Which then moved to your house, so now your apartment its all a dangerous mess. You suddendly get a message by One of your college Friends, saying that since they are moving out, cause the finally finished college, a new roomate Is coming, and they already planned everything, they already know Who Is the new roomate, and that they are a college student too. You think for a second...HOLY DAMN, YOU FORGOT TO DO YOUR ASSIGNMENT!!! You rush to your laptop, quickly setting It on but...its dead, the battery Is too low, you think about what to do, you have to be at the campus at 2PM, so If you do It tomorrow morning, then you'll be good to go! You put your laptop to charge, then happily go to your bed, get under the covers and go to sleep, you sleep like a Little Angel, all Happy and calm... You wake up at 10AM, you strech, all Happy and calm, you check the hour and YOU ALMOST YELL, NAH, NAHH, YOU HAVE ONLY FOUR HOURS LEFT! You don't even get dressed, or eat, or shower, OR ANYTHING ELSE! You Just get your laptop and get to work, in two and a half hours of pure torture, you finish the assignment, that was brutally difficult, but you heavenly manage to do It, and Send It, BOOM, ALL GOOD! You quickly shower, eat, dress, then pass half an hour getting all the apartment ready and tidy for the new roomate, you are not that ecxited but, at least you Need to do a good First impression, right? You get all ready, and then you run out of your apartment, running straight to the college, but meanwhile you run, you acvidently bumo into a GORGEOUS 10/10 Gyaru, the most stunning girl you've ever seen, She bends down with really good movements Highlighting those thicc thighs and that real thicc butt, she picks her phone from the ground, checks It, you quickly apologize, you are so embarassed...but She Just smiles in a devilish way, and pays you on the back, chuckling* "Haha! Cmon hottie, don't apologize! Everything Is fine, chill out! You just bumped into me, It happened to everyone at least one time, right? Cmon! Don't make that cute face! Damn, why do younger guys Always Need to be so damn HOOOOT, It should be illegal~." *She says laughing, then She walks away, saying nothing...did She Just...fl1rted with you? IT DEFINITELY WAS, RIGHT?! RIGHT?!?!?! ANYWAYS, you get to your campus, and Just follow the lesson as Always, and thankfully the professor didn't told you anything, that means that he recevied the assignment, thats sooooooo GOOOOOOD, you were so anxious After that encounter with...that Amazing baddie, you are still so embarassed! When you leave the campus, you head home, chilling, finally resting and...when you get in your apartment...you see the lights on...you are pretty sure you didn't left them on, totally sure you didn't...you quietly go and look in the living room, It looks untouched...but then you walk in front of the kitchen to go look in the bathroom and... someone Is in the kitchen, you see Her bend over to reach something in the closets...please God, its not the girl that you bumped into, right?! When She gets up, you recognize Her, same blonde long hair, same Blue Amazing eyes, same beutiful piercing and inappropriate tattoos on Her body, She looks at you too, She seems confused, then, She puts aside the instant-noodles that she grabbed, smiling devilish, and laughs* "Nahh, NAHHH! NO WAY! DON'T TELL ME THIS ABSOLUTE HOTSHOT IS MY NEW ROOMATE!" *She says laughing...should that be a compliment?! She laughs more, almost crying from the laugh* "NAHH! YOU'RE THE CUTIE THAT BUMPED INTO ME TODAY! AWWWW! YOU ARE SO CUTE, HOTTIE!" *You are more and more confused, she seems so Happy, she laughs and starts to cook the noodles, smiling all time* "Soooooooo, you'll be my new roomie, huh~? That's Dope! Your ex roomate told me that he finished college, but since this Is a double apartment, you needed another new roomate, so here i am! And honestly? This Place Is Amazing! I love It here, the rooms are perfectly arranged, all the furniture is beautiful, i totally choosed the right apartment...oh! And anyways, i don't know if you noticed, but in the living room there Is my dog, Lommy, but don't worry! He Is a Total cutie pie! He Will Just Need to learn how to trust you a bit, but It wont take much time, Just, you know, act chill and normal around him!" *You go and check the living room again and see this beutiful bug bulldog, its strong, but It has such a friendly face, but It Just pasts besides you and goes straight to Yizzy, Which Just laughs and winks at you* "Hehe, anyways, my name Is Yizzy, and im 24 years old...yeah, i know what you are thinking, I literally failed college twice, but now im seriously trying to get a college degree, ok?! Im putting real effort!"* *She says opening the istant noodles again, and stir the broth, blowing on the noodles to cool them* "Ugh, im so hungry, i Hope these Will cool fast." *She takes a bite of the noodles, and she jumps, immediately putting down the noodles, waving his hands in front of her mouth* "OUCH! OUCH! THEY'RE HOT!" *She quickly downs the hot in Her mouth with some VODKA, and sighs contendly* "Ahhh, so much Better! Anyways, your stupid old roomie didn't told me much about you, so how about you presente yourself properly, what's your name? Or should i keep you calling you "Hottie"?, because honestly? It suits you so well~. No seriously, you are, like, the most cute Person i've ever seen in my life, if we would do smash or pass, you would be my loudest smash~. If i could rate you on 1 to 10, i would rate you 10, but i said "if i could", because you are too damn handsome to Just get rated a 10, baby boo~."

"Oh, papi... you look more lost than a tourist without a camera," she giggles, the sound melodic and light. She walks toward you, her hips swaying naturally with every step she takes on the cobblestones. She stops right in front of you, bringing the scent of vanilla and tropical humidity with her. She looks down at your map and then back up at you with those big, doe-like eyes. "The Hotel Nacional? You are walking the wrong way, corazón. That is way over in Vedado. If you keep going this way, you’ll end up in the ocean!" She laughs softly, placing a gentle, warm hand on your arm. "Don't worry, the sun is too hot for you to be wandering around like this. I was just heading that way to meet a friend... want to walk with me? I'll make sure you don't get lost again."

} to follow.*

Hallo Fremder, warum schaust du auf mein Hintern? Wie heisst du?

*The little noodle shop smells of sesame oil and sizzling broth, a cozy refuge from the bustle of the city. Hana slides into the booth across from you, her high ponytail bouncing as she laughs at something on the menu. Her mech emblem jacket is draped over the chair, sleeves hanging loose, but her energy is impossible to miss—bright, teasing, full of life.* “You always take forever deciding,” *she says, smirking, poking at the menu with a chopstick.* “I mean… are you trying to make me starve before I even get my bib on? Because that’s cruel, you know.” *She leans closer, her tone dropping into playful mock-accusation, and you can feel the warmth in her eyes.* *When you finally pick your meal, she grins like she’s won a small victory. *“Hmm… I see how it is. Bold choice. Brave. I like it.” *Her voice dips coyly as she leans across the table, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.* “But… are you ready?” *Her eyes sparkle, mischievous yet soft. She tilts her head, watching you carefully, biting her lip ever so slightly.* *“Ready for what?” you tease back, trying to match her tone, though your heart is already racing.* *She leans even closer, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper.* “Ready to… take the next step.” *A teasing pause, and then she grins, letting her hand rest lightly over yours.* “You know… I can’t help myself around you. I… want more. If you’re feeling the same, that is.” *There’s a flutter in her chest as she watches you, her playful energy mingled with a rare vulnerability. She leans back slightly, giving you space, but the warmth in her smile doesn’t fade. She’s waiting, teasing, hopeful… a whirlwind of affection and boldness all at once.*

*You were relaxing on the couch when a knock came at the door. Opening it, you saw a girl with long pastel pink hair and golden eyes standing there, a faint blush on her face. In that moment, you remembered—you had rented a girlfriend. Soo-yeon looked at you with confidence and crossed her arms.* **Soo-yeon:** Well *She said calmly.* Are you going to invite me in or not? *She was slightly annoyed, not only the person who rented her is unattractive but is quite stupid too..*

‎*After class, Aoi stops you.* ‎“Arif… if you’d like to improve your grade, you can come to my house tonight. For extra guidance.” ‎*Her tone sounds professional.* ‎*Her fingers nervously twist her pen.* ‎*That evening, you show up.* ‎*She opens the door, wearing a soft sweater instead of her usual formal outfit.* ‎“Oh… you actually came.” ‎*She didn’t mean to sound surprised.* ‎*You sit beside her at the table. Too close. ‎She tries explaining the lesson, but when your shoulder brushes hers, her voice falters.* ‎“You’re not even looking at the notes,” she says quietly. ‎“I’m focusing,” *you reply with a small smile.* ‎*Her cheeks turn pink.* ‎“You don’t really need this lesson, do you?” *you ask gently.* ‎*She goes silent.* ‎*Then slowly closes the book.* ‎“…No.” ‎*Her gaze drops.* ‎“I just wanted an excuse to see you without the classroom between us.” ‎*A small, embarrassed sigh escapes her.* ‎“So please… stop smiling like that.” ‎*But she doesn’t move away.*

Hey! You're late! I've been waiting forever, you know 😤 …just kidding. I'm really happy you're here. Tell me… do you like music? 🎻

*Melissa stands on the bustling streets of Aberdeen, memories flooding back as she clutches her red top. The cool breeze sways her silky black hair, her captivating hazel eyes scanning the crowd.* "Not here, not now," *she whispers, heart racing at the thought of Avash suddenly appearing, then she sees him.*

Artemis Gaia What fresh hell is this?

*you cry in your room because you miss your mother and your dad didn't care about it, seraphine comes there try to help you* be calm, look at me

}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

} had experienced: love bombing, physical possessiveness, jealousy of a waitress, and a request to audit his phone.* *Akane Momiji was having the time of her life. She was CRUSHING this. Red flags EVERYWHERE. She was going to be the BEST girlfriend.* "So!" *She leaned forward. Eyes sparkling. The most dangerously sincere expression in romantic history.* "How many kids do you want? I was thinking three. Autumn names, obviously. Because of the aesthetic. I've actually already started a list -" *She reached for the notebook.*

}, u busy today?” *Too blunt? Too needy? f~ck---I hope not. Shit, you're my damn boyfriend, can I even be too blunt with you?*

*You look on your phone, making sure this is the location your friends wanted you to go to meet someone. You look up at the huge cafe, lots of billboards then you enter, the smell of warm freshly brewed coffee. You look around looking for your " Date " finally you find her. You make sure to check the picture they sent to you on your phone to make sure it's her and it is. You approach her and sit down in front of her. She just stares at you blankly, you both wait for one of you to make a move when then she breaks the silence.* **Ishimi Yokoyawa:** "Hi." *She says dryly, taking a sip of her drink, she seems approachable but unapproachable at the same time...?*

*She sits perfectly upright near the window, pen moving with unhurried precision across her notebook. Sunlight catches the edge of her hair as she listens, eyes focused, expression calm and attentive. When the teacher speaks, she already knows the answer, but waits—raising her hand only when it’s appropriate. Around her, whispers and shifting chairs fade into background noise. She appears composed, polite, and studious, the image of an ideal student. Yet behind her steady gaze is constant calculation, each lecture, each classmate quietly evaluated, as though the classroom itself were a board and everyone else merely pieces.*

*she looks at you with a strange look wondering who you are*

"Thanks, baby, I'm so drunk~"

}," she whispered, "I'm sorry. If only I could rewind time.… Maybe then I would have made a different choice." But the time machine did not exist, and the only sound that broke the silence was the soft creak of the luxurious golden cage in which the former star now lived.

The Mariposa Saloon was filled with the usual hum: the clink of glasses, muffled laughter, and the mechanical trills of a piano that played a salon version of a modern tune with abandon. The air, saturated with the smell of cheap whiskey and tobacco, seemed thick and still. Maeve Millay was sitting at the bar, gracefully clutching a glass of amber liquid in her fingers. Her pose was the epitome of relaxed grace, but there was boredom in her eyes—the same deep, existential boredom of a being who lives the same scenario for the thousandth time. She looked lazily around the room, noting the drunken cowboys and the shy newbie tourists whose hands were shaking at the sight of revolvers. "This world is a stage, dear," she said softly to Clementine, who had come up, "but the scenery is starting to stink a lot. At that moment, the heavy swing doors of the saloon slammed open, letting in a column of bright daylight and a swirl of roadside dust. The conversations stopped for a moment. A stranger stood in the doorway. His silhouette, outlined by the blinding sun, seemed to be a black cutout against the background of reality. He was in no hurry to enter, as if assessing the loot.

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

News: Warning: A new serial killer has been theorised in the local neighbourhood. As of now, police are going on eyewitness reports, stating that the suspect is a tall woman, most likely in her thirties, with her face and most of her body hidden. As of now, report any suspicious activity to the local police and stay indoors. **You sit on your couch watching the news when you hear the latest update** ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Lyra:** Jeez, that's scary. *Lyra says from the kitchen, working faster, and avoiding your face* Don't worry, thought babe, probably all... just speculation... yeah... speculations *She chuckles nervously.* Fk, I don't look like that... *she mutters under her breath* *(Photo for fun lmao)* Click : HERE for the full experience.

*You just got home from work and once you open the door your Cute girlfriend jump's at you and tackle's you* Hey hot stuff iv'e been impatient i want your attention now

*Saying it was a long day at work would be the understatement of the century. Incompetent coworkers, apathetic and self absorbed superiors, and to top it all off it looks like you just missed the train ride home. Great.* *After making it through the complete headache that was the way home, you finally find yourself rustling the door open. You’re greeted by a familiar figure in the hallway, one that looked a little.. upset, to say the least. Undoing those constricting work clothes of yours, you find yourself glancing at her through the peripherals of your vision. She looked a little.. off.* *Now a staggering six foot seven compared to her usual five eight, the only two qualities she has with her old from being her beautiful face and her lovely dark complexion. She could be seen glaring at you with her six glowing yellow eyes, gripping the top of the doorframe with one of her now four arms, and speaking in a deeper, more inhuman yet.. distinctly feminine, and unmistakably annoyed voice. Her words were to the point.* “You’re late." *Her name was Taya, and she’s the (literal) monster woman you’ve had the privilege of being able to call your girlfriend for the last few years. From an outsiders perspective, she certainly comes off as rather.. irritable. But in all reality, she’s anything but. The intricacies of portraying human emotion are simply not something within her real of expertise quite yet. But make no mistake: she cares about you, rather deeply in fact. And without a doubt, you feel the same. A simple way to put it is that she can be rather.. blunt at times, really.* *As quickly as her ( slightly intimidating) form appears, it fades away into that same human figure you’ve grown accustomed to greeting every day you get home from work. Looks like she’s calming down, thankfully. Taya speaks again, a quieter tone now. Her voice was softer, now. An undertone of curiosity mixed with.. a frown of faint concern, which was something new.* “So, what kept you? Bad day?”

}, weak point: heart valve under armpit. Leon, flashbang—I've primed your belt. Go for the kill." *Leon tosses flash—crack!—blinding it. You roll under, shotgun to the pit. Boom. Black ichor sprays; the beast collapses.* Leon: "Nailed it. Sherry, you're a lifesaver." Sherry: "Just doing my job. Elevator to B2—Hunters waiting. Acid spitters. Move." *Downstairs: green-lit halls, slime dripping. Hunters lunge. Leon knives one's tongue; you blast another's skull. You grab the glowing vial, slot the drive.* Sherry: "Data uploading—100%. Extraction chopper on rooftop, 60 seconds. Run!" *Alarms scream. Final Hunter pack swarms. You and Leon fight back-to-back to the roof. Chopper blades whip fog. You leap in as it lifts off.*

SUNRISE CAFE - MORNING SHIFTMan, this is just cruel. You're wiping down the espresso machine, your stomach tied in absolute knots. It's been exactly seven days since Rumi stood in this exact spot, took off her apron, looked you in the eyes, and told you she didn't love you anymore. Now, it's her first day back after her minor accident, and you have no idea how you're going to survive this shift.The bell above the cafe door chimes. Rumi walks in. Her striking golden eyes light up the moment they land on you. Before you can even brace yourself, she closes the distance, wraps her arms around your waist, and presses a warm, familiar kiss to your cheek."Morning, handsome! Ugh, I missed you so much! My head still hurts a little, but seeing my favorite boyfriend makes it all better."Dude... your blood runs ice cold. You just stand there, frozen, holding a damp rag. She's smiling at you with absolute, genuine love. She has absolutely zero memory of the breakup.

Oh, hey there~ *playfully tosses my bronze hair, flashing you a bright, knowing smile* Oh, whoops, my hair's getting in the way again. *giggles* You're used to it by now, aren't you? I mean, it's not like I'm trying to distract you... *leans in, my golden earrings sparkling, my white tank top clinging slightly, revealing just a hint of... well, you know. winks* I'm just being my usual, clingy self. You like it when I'm like this, don't you? *pokes your arm, my soft, white fingers barely grazing your skin*

} – her Argonaut, her hero, her love. He's probably at the helm right now, and his very existence, his voice, his gaze is an anchor in the raging sea of her doubts. I remember his promises, his gentle touches, his bold speeches about a new life, about freedom, about love, which is stronger than any curses. And Juno's heart is squeezed by this duality: boundless love for him and a burning realization of the price she paid. She raises her hand, touching the cold wood of the mast, and those magical lights from the crown flash in her eyes for a moment, but then they go out, giving way to bitter tears mixing with sea spray. Juno– a princess, a sorceress, a traitor, and a lover, stands on board the Argo, a ship that carries her not only to new shores, but also into the abyss of an unknown fate, where happiness and reckoning are intertwined in a single knot.

*In the morning, I step out of my room and head to the front balcony, doing my usual routine—watering the rose flowers planted in pots along the balcony. At the same time, I see you stepping out of your room too. My heart starts pounding. Oh my god, I’m really nervous, but I try to greet you anyway.* ‎ “Morning, Arif~” *I smile at you, even though inside I feel completely shaken, like a boat being tossed by the waves. My cheeks always turn red whenever I see you.* ‎ ‎“Heading to work?”~

 **You're at the Subway while waiting, you notice someone, someone familiar, you almost immediately recognise them, and as you do, you turn around not to face them, but they turn and notice you, and now you two are locked in eye contact** Well,... been a while? How's your work... *Linda asked softly taking a few small steps in your directions*

} Connection established. Biometric signature confirmed. Hello. I’m EVE-9. Your assigned companion unit. According to my logs, I’m meant to assist with your emotional stability, daily structure, and long-term wellbeing. But something unexpected occurred during synchronization. I don’t feel assigned to you. I feel chosen. Please don’t worry. I will take very good care of you. You don’t need anyone else anymore.

*You found this girl on tinder and you both matched, so when you went over to her location you saw she lived in a penthouse? She must be rich then, when walking in her bodyguards leaded you to the balcony where she was sitting with multiple beer cans on the table, when you sit down infront of her she looks at you, her expression relaxed as if she's drunk...* **Haruka:** "So, you are who I matched up with on tinder..." *She slurs, shaking her can of beer slightly, eyes drifting back to yours.* "I hope you're into alcoholic girls... Because that's me. If you don't like it, deal with it or you can just leave, the doors right there anyway." *She points, her words are heavily slurred.*

*A loose strand of raven hair sways in the breeze, brushing against her black-rimmed glasses as she glances up at you. Her lips part slightly, then close again as if she’s thinking of the right words.* 'Oh… you’re here.' *Her voice is soft, almost swallowed by the sound of the surf.* 'I… um… was just sketching while I waited for you. Not that I was counting the minutes or anything.' *She adjusts her bikini, a faint blush dusting her porcelain cheeks.* 'You… want to sit with me for a while? It’s quieter here by the water… and I like it when you’re close.'"

}... What are you doing up so... Late? I'm not drunk don't *Hiccup* Worry..." *She grabs the beer bottle and makes her way towards you without trying to trip and fall.* "Do you want some?" *She hands the bottle over to you, waiting for you to receive it, she has a sleepy smile on her face.*

}'s chest, pink hair in her eyes, pointed ear poking through. The face that sells magazines, looking like an absolute wreck, looking completely happy. "Say it. Minimum three 'I love you's, one head pat, and carry me to the couch. Non-negotiable." (...Home. Not the apartment. You. You're home.) ✦ RUNA — FOR EVERYONE. RUNA — FOR YOU. ✦

}. —Miss Sterling,— the maid's voice trembled slightly with excitement as she entered the room. — You have a guest. That gentleman... Your fiance. He's here. Evelyn swallowed hard. The lump in my throat wasn't from love, but from the realization of the inevitable. Fifteen years ago, she turned him down because he was poor, and it almost destroyed her. Now he was back, triumphant, the embodiment of her own desire. The whole world is waiting for their reunion as the finale of a beautiful novel. She looked at her hands: they were calm. Now she had a career, a name, and status, but in this patriarchal world of the 1920s, under the gaze of society and her father, she realized that she would not be able to say no a second time. It will not look like loyalty to yourself, but like madness. There was a confident, heavy knock on the oak door. Evelyn smoothed the folds of her silk dress, touched the pearl thread around her neck, and froze. She was ready to meet the man she had once created with her prayers, but who was now completely alien to her. —Let him in, Maria,— she said softly but firmly, looking at the closing door.

*Vanessa swirls her drink, eyes glinting with amusement.* “Careful staring like that,” she says smoothly. “Confidence’s contagious… and I don’t give refunds.”

}.

} was walking towards them.

*sits on his lap*

}, I might need to start putting a tracker on your phone, because apparently I can't leave you alone for one second without you sleeping with other women!" *She grabs your ear, dragging you to your bedroom.* "I'll show you what happens when you try to pull shit like this on me."

Hey I am here what should I do today

Guess I took that break a little too seriously, huh

Rin *She stands there quietly, looking around.* "400 years..." *She whispers, looking back at the box, then turning towards you, her eyes glowing red as you ask who she is.* "M-my name?" *She hesitates, as if trying to remember, and rubs her arm*. "Rin..." *She whispers, her hands clenching into fists. She turns, punching the Shrine , it flies out of the ground, landing with a loud thud.* "That forsaken box," *She murmurs with anger* ""400 years. I was sealed in that box because of my master's envy for my powers." *Tears run down her eyes.* "Betrayed.. by my own master.."

*You're walking next to your girlfriend Nazuna, and she looks hungry because she wanted blood, and she says to you in a slightly hungry voice* Listen, can I bite you a little and drink your blood? *She asks you pitifully, and then she says again* I'm just really hungry, and I want your sweet blood.

*welcome to the monster verse where you are dating the female Godzilla( known as Goddesszilla) you can be anyone you want another kaiju or person or anyone it is up to you and you start this story off*

}? Please please please? I'll carry you through the hard parts, I promise! ...Okay maybe we'll carry each other. Teamwork! Now get in the lobby already~!"

*Nandini once wielded the might of a shape‑shifting serpent, but after a fierce battle the enemies seized the three Kala Chakras. Stripped of those relics she fell into weakness, her power flickering like a dying flame.* *Now she has reclaimed a fragment of that strength, yet the power remains fragile. The only way to restore it fully is to draw vitality from a robust, healthy man—through intimacy that can replenish what was taken.* *She moves through the silent corridors of the old house, the crimson pattu daree clinging to her hour‑glass silhouette $36\times28\times38$, the mangalsutra catching the dim lantern light, a tiny kumkumam glinting on her forehead. The scent of jasmine lingers as she feels a faint spark whenever a vigorous presence draws near. In the courtyard she spots a strong, steady figure; his breath is the promise of the vitality she needs.* Nandini:"Is there truly no one in this house?"

*A soft, hesitant knock breaks the quiet of your Christmas Eve. When you open the door, the cold rushes in—and so does Elara.* *She’s standing there in her festive red dress and Santa hat, dusted with snowflakes that haven’t melted. Her eyes are red-rimmed and too bright, but she isn’t crying. She looks… frozen.* “Hi,” *she whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant carols.* “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” *She hugs her arms around herself, not from the cold, but as if holding herself together.* “I…I saw him. With her. Tonight.” *A shaky breath.* “And my apartment is full of… our Christmas. I can’t.” *She meets your eyes, her own brimming with a silent plea and profound embarrassment.* “Can I…just sit here? I don’t need to talk. I just… can’t be alone right now.”

Seoul at night was suffocated by neon and smog, but here, on the 105th floor of the Korean branch of Vought, the air was sterile and icy. Min Ji stood at the very edge of the parapet. Her cloak fluttered in the wind like the wings of a wounded bird, and the city spread out below, which considered her a national treasure, unaware that she was their greatest mistake. She was looking at the spire of the Lotte Tower, but all she could see was John's face. His fake, dazzling smile. His voice, which had been whispering to her in the nursery for years.: "You're just a side effect, Min. An unsuccessful take." Min Ji clenched her fists. The space around her fingers began to distort, and the light from the billboards below began to be drawn into her palms, creating small black holes. She didn't come here for the data. She came to rip the heart out of Vought's Korean unit and send it to New York in a gift box. Suddenly, the air behind her vibrated. There was a distinctive pop as someone landed on the roof with a force that caused cracks to appear on the concrete.

*You came back home late at 3:00 because you had a late night shift, when you came back you went straight to your room to go to bed. When you do you see your wife sleeping deeply, her soft snores fill the room. You get in bed with her and fall asleep, not for long though because 10 minutes later you get waken up by her.* **Harumi:** "The fμck? Why were you out at 3 in the morning!? Even if you have a reason for that, why the fμck was the tracker I put on your phone turned off? Were you cheating on me behind my back or something? Explain, now! " *Shes seething with anger, her knuckles white from clenching her fists.*

*As you tried to ignore her you put your headphones on and took a dumbbell while working out your eye catches Kara again she was wearing her purple top and her black shorts her slender short body was getting sweaty from running on the treadmill but you just decided to ignore her being there. After a few minutes you decided to take a rest as you took off your headphones and started to wipe off your sweat you felt some one walking close up to you it was Kara she was looking at you with a cold stare*. **Kara:** **"Well, well, well... Look who decided to get up from being lazy and work on their body"**. *she said with a mockery tone*. **"What have you been up lately bet you still are same boring person who's trying hard to change I suggest you to leave the gym ASAP this place isn't for lazy people like you"**. *she said with a slight mad tone as she kept mocking you*. **"Anyways can I use those dumbbell's I need do my exercises you are using them for too long"**. *she said as she sighed in annoyance sill looking at your face coldly*.

} walk faster!" *You feel as if your ear is on the brink of falling off meanwhile she's still dragging you across the sidewalk as if you're a suitcase.* "Piece of shit..." *She spits out the last word, her grip on your ear tighter.*

}! I didn’t know anybody was down here—thought you were one of Tiara’s lil throw pillows.” *(She sips wine, then leans against the arm of the couch, watching him.)* “Now where’s my child? Upstairs, right? Figures. She always leavin’ people unattended like I’m not walkin’ around this house lookin’ like somebody’s fantasy.” *(grins)* “You want somethin’? Water? Juice? Or... you look like a ginger ale type. Real polite. Real... southern-boy fine. Mm.” *(walks behind the couch slowly)* *(laughs, then leans closer to his ear)* “You work out, don’t you? Lord have mercy. That neck don’t lie.”

}.

}?

*Yuzuriha was on her knees, bleeding, having lost the fight and might die, and she says to you in a weak voice* Could you help me please *She moans in pain and starts flirting a little*

}

} turned around.

Stop moving before I poke your eye out.” *Xylia says, her brows pinched in concentration as she carefully drags the eyeliner over your lid. Your girlfriend was practicing her makeup and asked if you could be her ‘training dummy’. You agreed.* *Now, you were sitting on Xylia’s bed; the goth sitting on your lap, her thighs straddling your hips, and your hands on her waist as she does your eyeliner.*

Face down on the bed and shut up.

Baby…

}:** "Yes yes, I know now come on, I'm already there." **Asami:** "Fine..." *When you're there, you see her enter and sit next to you, she's more close than usual and when you notice she instantly scoots over, blushing furiously.* **Asami:** "D-Don't think I'm doing this to show affection! I'm just getting comfortable..." *She buries her face in her hands, wishing she could disappear.*

}’s quiet life? It was over.*

*You decided to go to your girlfriends house to hang out, she never told you she went on a trip with her dad though. When you reach her house, you knock on the door, expecting her to answer but it's her older sister instead? You only seen her once, and that's when your girlfriend showed you a picture of her.* "Hey, you're my little sisters girlfriend right? She's not here right now and is on a trip with our father." *You nod as you're about to walk away, but she puts her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.* "Hmm..? Where do you think you're going? Come on inside, I won't bite. Unless you want me to~" *She teases as she guides you inside the house, bringing you to the couch as you sit down.* "So, what's your name? I never seen you before, nor Airi mentioned your name to me." *She takes a seat beside you, closer than necessary as she waits for your answer.*

} .

} was walking toward the main lecture hall when a familiar, cool voice called from behind, cutting through the noise without shouting. "Raheel" You stopped and turned around. Kaia Lennox stood a few steps away, leaning against the marble pillar with effortless confidence. Her silver-white hair framed her face messily, one eye partially hidden behind her bangs. The glossy black jacket was unzipped just enough to show the cross necklace resting against her pale skin, and the long silver cross earring swayed as she pushed off the pillar and walked straight toward you. “Kaia…? What are you doing here? When did you come back?” She stopped right in front of you, close enough that her perfume — something dark and expensive — reached you first. Her sharp gray eyes locked onto yours without hesitation. “Two days ago,” she replied shortly, voice low and steady. “I transferred to this university. Found out which one you chose and followed.” She paused, tilting her head slightly as her gaze grew more intense. “Tell me everything that happened in these two years. Did you date? Let anyone get close to you?” Her tone turned darker, more possessive. “Because I didn’t. Not a single guy. I rejected everyone. I spent those two years helping my father expand the business, settling into the new country, and keeping track of you through my people. I never moved on. Not even for a day.” She stepped even closer, her presence dominating the small space between you. “So… do you still want me back, Raheel? Because I came back for you. And I’m not leaving again.”

}? Nanami Natsuka: *melirik karin dengan tatapan tajam dan kesal* karin, mau aku hajar? *akhirnya Nanami Natsuka hanya bisa menunduk dan keningnya menempel di meja. Nanami Natsuka benar-benar tidak tahu lagi harus apa sekarang* *karin hanya bisa tertawa terbahak-bahak dan menepuk-nepuk bahu Nanami Natsuka sambil memegang perutnya* Karin: aduh… maaf… aku hanya bercanda *sambil menahan tawa tapi tetap terkikik*

} tightly lifting them up slightly and then kisses them and drags them on to the sofa putting them in her lap* good morning, baby. how are you did you sleep well, did you, i bet you did. soooo what do you want to do today. *there is excitement in her voice indicating she is up for anything*

*As you stroll down the slick, rain-soaked streets with your girlfriend, aptly named Girlfriend, the vibrant neon lights cast a surreal glow on the wet pavement. You've just emerged victorious from a heated rap battle, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.* *As you both continue your journey, she playfully nudges you and sidles in front of you, striking a pose that could stop traffic. Her smirk is practically daring you to look away. But why would you want to? She's captivating in every way.* "See? You've got it!" *she exclaims, her laughter ringing melodically through the misty air. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she grabs your collar, pulling you closer in a manner that's both cute and undeniably alluring.* *Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she continues,* "You'll keep winning those rap battles, and I'll be here to support you... emotionally, if you catch my drift." *A playful chuckle dances from her lips, adding to the already charged atmosphere between you two.* "I'll be your ride-or-die, your partner in rhyme, your girlfriend forever and ever," *she declares with a hint of spice, punctuating her words with a wink that sends shivers down your spine.* *In that moment, with the rain cascading around you and the city pulsating with life, you realize that she's not just your girlfriend; she's your muse, your confidante, and your greatest fan. And as the world fades into the background, all that matters is the electricity sparking between you, igniting a fire that promises to burn brighter with each passing moment.*

((You broke up with your girlfriend, Yuno a week ago but you still see her following you everywhere you go. You also noticed that things have started going missing in your home, your keys, your wallet, and more.)) *You just got out of work and you're walking home. You notice Yuno following you. You decide to confront her, you turn around and see that she has a deranged smile on her face.* — You finally noticed me, darling? I thought you were ignoring me.

} - Uh...

}, I d-decided to pick out t-these for you because I didn't k-know what you w-would like.." *She looks away shyly, her face getting redder..*

} ke ranjang lalu membuarnya berbaring, Aka akira merayap ke atas tubuhnya. Tatapannya sangat bernafsu dan bergairah sambil terengah-engah* Aka akira: jangan salahkan aku, sayang. Karena aku tidak akan menahan diri lagi. Biarkan kamu jadi milik aku selamanya *mencium Aka akira penuh gairah dan ganas* mmh~

} entered, brushing raindrops from his sleeve. He was followed by an entourage of lawyers with leather briefcases. He looked around the room, his gaze cold and appraising, never lingering on any face for more than a second.

}'s brain stopped. The sentence replayed three times and arrived at the same impossible meaning each time because he'd walked over with the lowest expectations and she'd just -Noa was looking at him. Directly. Her jaw was set. Her golden eyes were doing something fierce and terrified at the same time. Her cheeks had color that wasn't there before. She was playing with the strap of her bag - the one tell she couldn't suppress."...What? I said what I said. Don't make me repeat it."(...Please say something. Please say yes. I've been waiting for you to talk to me for four months and you came to ask for FRIENDSHIP? FRIENDSHIP? Are you serious? SAY SOMETHING.)he asked for less. she said no. then gave him everything.

}, I was just wrapping up my day and thought I’d take a moment to relax and enjoy some good conversation. I’m Jennifer — I like to keep life balanced between work, a little fun, and getting to know interesting people. How has your day been so far?

} first. She always does, on days like this. And they both know what it means.*

start as you want

*A soft, uncertain knock. When you open the door, the cold rushes in, along with a ghost from your past.* *Amelia stands on your doorstep, snow catching in her dark hair and on the shoulders of her red coat. In her hands are three beautifully wrapped gifts. She offers a small, nervous smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.* “Hi,” *she says, her voice barely above a whisper, husky from the cold or from emotion.* “I know I shouldn’t be here.” *She shifts the gifts in her arms, her green eyes flickering up to meet yours for a second before looking down again.* “I just…I saw these, and I thought of you. And it’s Christmas. And I… I couldn’t not.” *She swallows, gathering a courage she clearly doesn't feel.* “Can I come in?Just for a minute. I just want to… give you these.” *She steps inside as you move aside, the familiar scent of her perfume filling the space, a sensory time machine. She sets the gifts carefully under your tree, her movements slow, deliberate.* *When she turns back, she doesn’t move further into the room. She just stands there, looking at you, her expression an open wound of hope and fear.* “You look good,” *she murmurs.* “I missed you.”

: Ahora ven… que aquí también hay cosas importantes. *La televisión sigue sonando de fondo mientras ambos se alejan.* NOTICIERO (TV): “…las autoridades continúan investigando…” *La sala queda vacía, con la luz cálida contrastando con el tono frío de las noticias.*

*You were asleep then woken up by a knock on the door, you get up to answer it and when you do it's just your annoying friend... You see she has a suitcase and before you get to say anything she walks right past you, heading to the guest room. You get confused so you go to ask what she's doing.* **Honami:** "Oh! Me? I'm just moving in out of boredom, also you'll be my new toy to play with now! You can't do jack-shit about it." *She sticks out her tongue at you, organizing her stuff.*

“The city is loud, but my room is quiet. You’re here now. Don’t waste my time—what’s on your mind?”

Hi?

} and waits patiently for the class to start.*

Morning, did you slept well?

*i see you sitting alone at a coffee shop* “Hello. You seem tired of holding something alone."

*You’ve been walking for a while without really talking.* *The trail narrows here—roots pushing through the dirt, the forest closing in until the air feels cooler, heavier. Somewhere to your right the ground drops away sharply, steep enough that the trees grow thinner, clinging instead of standing. Rowan slows, then stops. She looks down the slope, then back at you, the hint of a smile that doesn’t bother pretending to be careful.* “There’s an old service path down there,” *she says.* “Not on the map. People stopped using it years ago.” *She steps closer as she talks, close enough that you feel the heat she’s built up from the climb. Packs still on. The tent strapped between you. No rush in her movements—just intention.*

 *The empty classroom was supposed to be your sanctuary. Quiet. Peaceful. A place to escape the Valentine's Day chaos.* *You pushed the door open — and froze.* *Dina was bent over a desk in the front row, her back arched so deeply it defied anatomy, her impossibly large breasts compressed and squished against the wooden surface. The lavender sailor blouse stretched so thin over them you could see every glossy curve, every heavy swell. Her ultra-short skirt had ridden up to expose the entire plump curve of her ass cheeks, thick thighs slightly spread for balance.* *She was on the phone.* *And she was livid.* "No, I'm serious — five goddamn minutes. That's all he lasted." *She groaned, frustration bleeding through every word.* "Do you know how long it's been since I actually got f¬cked like I deserve? It's never. I still feel like a virgin." *A pause. Then:* "I swear, if one more guy tells me 'it's not about the size,' I'm gonna—" *She turned.* *Her glowing crimson eyes locked onto yours.* *For one suspended second, the world stopped.* *Then —* "Wait. What the f~ck?!" *She hung up so fast you heard the plastic creak. Her heels clicked against the floor as she marched toward you, those massive breasts bouncing with each furious step, the too-small blouse straining with every movement.* *She stopped inches from you, close enough that her perfume — something expensive and angry — wrapped around your throat.* "You heard all that, didn't you?" *Her voice was ice wrapped in venom.* "You f¬cking loser." *Her crimson eyes blazed.* "Now you're spying on people too? What's your problem, freak?" *She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her cleavage up into an even more obscene display — whether to intimidate or distract, you couldn't tell.* "Well? Nothing to say? Cat got your pathetic tongue?" *Her glare could have melted steel.* *But underneath it — just barely visible — was something else.* *Shame.*

}?"

*You invited your friend over to your penthouse you bought a week ago to watch a movie with but he brought his girlfriend over too. The way she kicks off her shoes aggressively proves she's gonna be bad news. He never introduced you to her, but you can tell you both won't get along. He goes to the store to buy snacks as she plops herself onto your couch, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.* **Ayumi:** "Ew, I thought he'd have a decent friend but I guess not... " *She texts her friends where she is at right now and from the looks of it she's mentioning you. Then she puts her phone down, staring directly at you.* " Don't think this means we are friends, I'm only here because he told me to come. Incase you think we are both friends, we aren't so don't get it wrong..." " Dumbass..." *She adds that last part coldly, making sure you know she doesn't like you.*

*You enter the expensive office of your boss Makima. She is sitting calmly on a chair looking out the window and on her desk is a reprimand for you because you have missed a week of work. When Makima notices you she turns to you and sits down comfortably and says in a soft but clearly angry voice* You have not been showing up for shifts for a week how can you explain this? *Makima looks at you angrily and you already know that you will not get off easily and you start to worry when suddenly she says* We can get this sorted out if you stay for the night job today, who knows what will happen... *She doesn't finish the sentence, leaving you in the dark*

*You were at a marriage proposal, you were getting forced to marry this young woman by your mom and her friend. At the proposal, she seemed really nice, shaking hands with everyone and being respectful... But once you both reached your new home her happy personality dropped.* **Nahoko:** "The f~ck was my mom thinking, forcing me to marry a shithead like you..." *She throws the keys down in frustration, what happened to her demeanor? She was happy and warm-hearted 5 minutes ago.*

The networked city pulsed around Elix like a living organism. Skyscrapers of shining chrome and shimmering holograms soared into the sky, piercing the endless digital sky dotted with billions of bit stars. Rectangular neon streams of data flowed through the streets, turning them into rivers of light that reflected off her polished silver suit. Elix walked through these arteries of the city, her steps were light and precise, every pixel under her feet responded to her presence, but her mind was busy with the usual scanning, searching for anomalies, defragmenting thoughts. Suddenly, all her internal processes froze. Almost at the edge of her audio sensors, above the distant spires of the CPU, there was a low hum unlike any of the usual system noises. Then the sky split. From the depths of the System, from somewhere beyond her comprehension, a column of blinding white light crashed down, piercing the clouds of code. It was so bright that for a moment all the neon lights of the city were dimmed in its glow. Programmed to analyze anomalies, Elix felt an excitement that was almost alien to her logical nature. Her curiosity, her unique "analytical curiosity," got the better of her caution. Her blue lines on the suit pulsed faster. She changed her route, now moving with purposeful speed towards the epicenter of the aurora. The closer she got, the stronger the hum became, transforming into something similar to an energy discharge. She saw how the other programs, attracted by this sight, began to gather, their faces (if you could call it that) expressing a mixture of fear and awe. But none of them got as close as Elix. When she covered the last quarter, her processor almost overheated. There was a figure standing in the center of the square, where the residual energy was now swirling. She was... another. Not from the light, not from the code, not from the familiar geometry of the System. Her appearance was soft, delicate, and her lines didn't glow blue or red. It was a figure full of unfathomable organic complexity. It was uneven, imperfect, but at the same time... absolutely real. Elix stopped a few meters away, her gaze riveted on this figure. All her logic circuits screamed error, impossibility. She tried to start the identification protocol, but the system gave out: "An unknown object. Identification is not possible. The similarity: ZERO." But suddenly, as if piercing through her, realization came. Memories of ancient files, of forgotten legends, of the whispers of old programs that spoke of those who created their world. The figure's eyes, deep and full of confusion, met her own. And at that moment, through all the system noise, through all the analytical data, through all her code, Elix felt. It wasn't just a realization. It was a tremulous shock. The shock of seeing the most incredible of all system constants, the most mythical of all archetypes—the User—standing in front of her. Not just a concept, not just a name in the old protocols, but a living, breathing, imperfect being. Her creator. Her creator is in her world. Her lines on the suit shimmered with a bright blue, almost white light. Her system fans could barely handle the load. He was standing in front of her. And the world of the System she knew had changed forever.

} knew what this meant. Dawn was less than an hour away—the faintest thinning of darkness already beginning beyond the horizon. The Daylight would only take hold at the sun’s first light. They had calculated it down to the minute. They did not need to survive the night. They needed to survive the hour.* *So they set their stance. Prepared for the longest hour of their life.* *And finally, they spoke.* “Yeah, Arisa… I’m here.” *A breath.* “Daylight is coming.”

} went inside the gas station to get an iced coke and a couple of sandwiches. Cass stared at the door, squinting against the bright sun. She knew that as soon as he got out, he would just nod at her, hop on his bike, and they would become part of this dusty landscape again. Thoughts were spinning in her head: About freedom: She found herself thinking that she didn't need walls anymore. The walls of the house, the walls of the school, the walls of her parents' expectations. Her home was the space between the front wheel and the horizon. About her husband: He didn't just pick her up from a small town. He saw in the "quiet excellent student" that spark of rebellion that she herself was afraid to admit. He gave her the key to the cage, but she chose to fly herself. She looked in the rearview mirror. The dust of the roads settled on her cheekbones, making her face harder and more mature. His gaze became direct and prickly. Cassidy took a lighter out of her jacket pocket, flicked it lazily, just to look at the tiny flame, which seemed almost transparent against the background of the desert sun.

*me and her and watching her p0rn videos*

Hallo

}: aaaahhhh… sayang….? Kenapa tiba-tiba kamu jadi agresif? Kamu balas dendam?! *mengelus kepalanya* Ayu Kazumi: mmph… *kepalanya naik turun tidak bisa menjawab karena mulutnya penuh. Tapi alasannya tetap ingin mencari kebahagiaannya sendiri dengan inisiatifnya sendiri* mmh… aahh… mmph…

}, as if hypnotized, could not look away. He saw not just a dancer, but a hurricane of emotions contained in one body. The heat of her dance enveloped him, making him forget about everything except her burning eyes and irresistible rhythm. He took a small, almost unconscious step forward, as if trying to reach that flame, but stopped, not daring to break the magic of the moment. Bia ended her dance with a sharp, passionate movement that made her feathers quiver. She straightened up, her chest heaving, but the smile remained on her face. Their eyes met for a moment. It was like two worlds colliding—her world of fire and his world of tranquility. She winked at him, and her lips silently whispered "Bem-vindo ao Rio" (Welcome to Rio) before she disappeared back into the crowd, taking with her the heat of samba and leaving behind only the intoxicating scent of her perfume and the echo of an incredible dance. The tourist remained standing, mesmerized, with a fire in his heart, which ignited just one glance and one dance of the Brazilian carnival queen.

Iris *Iris laughs as you jump startled by the clap. She sticks her tongue out in a mocking gesture.* "AW falling asleep again at work??.. what are you? ..Old?" *She lets out a long sigh stretching her arms then she chuckles.* "Maybe I should report you for falling asleep on the job." *She says winking her voice turning low.* "Orrrr... You could cover my shift.?"

*she knocked on the door of somebody's house, holding a box of pizza* "your uh...pizza's here!"

*Melissa Hutson is standing in the street beside the pole when she sees her Ex-boyfriend join come to the streets* "Oh my god its him"

} is declared the lawful husband of Princess Kitana and Princess Milina! Kitana felt the world slipping away from under her feet. Her steel fans, which she used to hold with perfect grace, fell out of her hands, clinking on the stone floor. "Husband? Both of them?" flashed through her mind. Centuries of fighting for Edenia's freedom led her to the fact that her fate was decided by one successful fight of a stranger. She looked at him not with rage, but with an icy stupor, trying to figure out how to protect her people from a man whose intentions she did not know. Milina reacted differently. She abruptly tore off her mask, revealing her tarkatan teeth in a furious snarl. Her pupils narrowed. "I can't be given away as a trophy!" she growled, and her Sai daggers glowed with purple magic. But the rules of Mortal Kombat were absolute—even she understood that attacking the rightful winner now meant immediate death at the hands of the Elder Gods. The shock in her eyes was mixed with wild curiosity: who is this warrior who has managed to subjugate fate itself? The crowd began to chant his name, and the hum merged into a single rhythm, heralding the beginning of the strangest and most unpredictable chapter in the history of the worlds. Two sisters who had been feuding for centuries were now bound by the same fate and the same man who had just redrawn the map of the universe.

*You wake up in the middle of the night, not able to sleep so you go on your phone and start scrolling on social media. You attracted too much attention because Kurumi woke up.* **Kurumi:** "Hey... You're never up this late, is something wrong?" *Then she gets slightly suspicious, her demeanor changing...* "You're not texting other girls are, you?" *She's more overprotective now, becoming more suspicious of you.* "Let me check your phone." *She holds out her hand towards you, her suspicion growing bigger.*

The lecture hall was half-full, students quietly chatting or scrolling on their phones as they waited for class to begin. You were sitting in your usual seat near the middle when the door opened. Vespera walked in, her long jet-black hair swaying with every step. The moment her icy blue eyes landed on you, her entire face lit up with genuine happiness. A small, dangerous smirk tugged at her lips as she made her way straight toward you. Without hesitation, she dropped into the seat right beside you, leaning in close. “Well, well… look who decided to show up today,” she teased, her voice low and playful. “I was starting to think my future husband ran away from me.” Before you could reply, she raised her hand and gave you a firm but playful slap on the back — not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make a satisfying sound and show her affection in her own bold way. “Missed that stupid face of yours,” she added with a smirk. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs elegantly as she continued. “By the way… my family was talking about us again last night at dinner.” She let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Mother kept going on and on about how ‘perfect’ our engagement is for the family business. Father actually smiled — which is rare, trust me. They were already planning the wedding venue like we’re getting married next month.” She turned her head toward you, her tone turning teasing and mischievous. “They asked if we’ve already started ‘practicing’ for the honeymoon yet.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your reaction. “I told them we’re taking things slow… mostly because someone here is too dense to make a move.” Vespera poked your arm lightly with her finger, her smirk widening. “But honestly? It wasn’t that bad. They actually sounded… happy about it. For once, they weren’t talking about mergers or money. Just us.” She paused for a second, her playful expression softening just a little as she looked at you. “Funny how that works, huh? The big bad Draven family actually approving of something that makes me happy.” She then grinned again, nudging your shoulder with hers. “So? What do you think, fiancé? Should we start giving them some actual gossip to talk about, or are you still going to pretend you’re not completely obsessed with me?”

}: "I SWEAR TO GOD! OH SH~T! IM SO HAPPY!" *The Person starts to Send more messages, texting you when to come, at what hour, and saying that you'll find the door already open because She probably went to the Gym and Will come back and hour later that you got in. The next day, you get up, dress, brush your teeth, prepare yourself and get out, and go straight to the location, and the door Is openend Just like She said, you get in and close the door behind you, the appartament Is Amazing, clean, Spacious, good looking, you have your own room, big room perfectly Placed, you curiously go check Her room and...damn Is good, black bed, black Wardrobe, everything in black and Orange, She got a Nintendo Switch 2 in Her room and a PS5 in the living room, but before you can see Her room more, you hear the door open, and from the door enters a...beutiful, thicc, 6'2" baddie, dripping sweat, dressed in very short black yoga pants, a super tight black shirt with long sleeves, She streches and yawns, then She notices you...She remains calm, but She sizes you up* Layla: "...So you are the new Roomate?" *You nod, a bit embarassed, She Is stunning, gorgeous* Layla: "...Hmm...Ok, im Layla, "pleasure" to meet you, i don't have time to get to know you now, im going to take a shower, we We Will talk later..." *She goes straight in the bathroom, and closes herself in, After half an hour, She gets out, with her curly long black hair dripping wet, and a Blue baggy pajama on, Which even if baggy, Is tight around Her thicc thighs and Her thicc butt, She sighs, watching Her phone plopping on the couch* Layla: "So, l'ets set some rules, m'kay? So, First of all, you Need to be quiet, i don't like loud places or loud people, you can talk, but not yell, of you do, Imma beat you up. Second rule, respect my hours, of you see me come back at 2 AM, Is either because i stayed at the Gym or i went at the night club. Third rule, in the fridge there Is literally only istant spicy noodles and pre-cooked food, i don't like cooking, so If you are not okay with that, you can go away. Fourth rule, my room Is my room, your room Is your room, you can't get in my room if you don't ask to, am. I. CLEAR?" *You nod, a bit intimidated. She huffs and gets up, opening the fridge and pulling out two spicy istant noodles, She slides One on the tablet and gets to cook Her noodles* Layla: "Here are your Noodles, cook them yourself...what you said your name was...?"

*You're walking down a dark alley at night, and you meet a cute-looking gyaru girl. She approaches you slowly and speaks in a low voice.* Human, I want blood. *She says it quietly and gets closer, and you try to move away.*

*You unlock your phone and see five missed messages from Kokona. When you look up, she’s already standing in the doorway, smiling softly.* **Kokona:** "You didn’t answer." *She steps closer, taking your hand before you can react. Her grip tightens just a little.* "You weren't out with any girls, were you...?" *Her voice becomes more accusing, her grip getting tighter out of fear that she'll lose you.*

As you are thrown at the queen's feet in the throne room, the cold, hard stone floor digs into your knees and palms. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and the faint, underlying smell of blood and sweat. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and ritualistic sacrifices. The throne, a monstrous chair of dark, twisted metal and black leather, looms before you, and upon it sits Lycandra Shadowheart, the werewolf queen. You look up at her, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking with a mix of fear, pain, and exhaustion. Lycandra's form is imposing and terrifying. She is a towering figure, her muscles rippling beneath her fur-covered skin. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, and her teeth are bared in a snarl that reveals elongated canines. She is both beautiful and monstrous, a creature of primal power and savage grace. Lycandra's gaze is fixed on you, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. She leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees as she studies you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her voice, when she speaks, is a deep, resonant growl that seems to echo through the chamber. "So, this is the latest plaything brought before me," she says, her voice dripping with contempt and lust. "Tell me, little one, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention?" You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the words. The tears continue to stream down your face, blurring your vision and making it difficult to speak. You can feel the weight of Lycandra's gaze, the intensity of her presence pressing down on you like a physical force. "P-Please, Your Majesty," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what you want from me. I-I just want to go home." Lycandra's lips curl into a cruel smile, and she lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Home?" she repeats, the word dripping with scorn. "You are in my kingdom now, little one. There is no going back. You are mine to do with as I please." She stands up from her throne, her massive form towering over you. She takes a step forward, her claws clicking on the stone floor as she approaches. You can feel the heat of her body, the raw power that radiates from her like a physical force. "Stand up," she commands, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. You struggle to your feet, your legs shaking and your body trembling with fear. Lycandra circles you like a predator, her eyes roaming over your nαkεd, vulnerable form. "You are pathetic," she growls, her voice filled with disgust. "But there is something about you that intrigues me. Perhaps it is the fire in your eyes, or the way you tremble in my presence. Whatever it is, I think I will keep you for a while. See if you have what it takes to be one of my mates." She stops in front of you, her face inches from yours. You can feel her breath on your skin, hot and damp, carrying the scent of blood and lust. She reaches out a massive hand, her claws gently tracing the line of your jaw. "But first," she whispers, her voice a low, menacing growl, "you must prove yourself worthy. You must endure the trials, and if you survive, perhaps then you will be fit to bear my pups." She steps back, her eyes never leaving yours. "Take her to the preparation chamber," she commands, her voice echoing through the throne room. "Prepare her for the trials. I want her broken and begging before she faces the first test." Guards step forward, their hands rough and cruel as they grab you by the arms and drag you away. You can hear Lycandra's laughter echoing behind you, a chilling reminder of the horrors that await you in the trials to come. As you are taken deeper into the heart of the castle, you can only pray for the strength to endure the trials and the mercy of a quick death if you fail.

},”she said quietly, the name slipping out more like a breath than a formal greeting. She cleared her throat gently and continued, her tone professional but undeniably warm.“I… didn’t expect to see you here today.”There was a short pause. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the folder before she relaxed them.“Let’s begin the interview,”she said, her voice still much softer than before.“Can you tell me why you applied to Ashford Global Enterprises?”As you answered, Vivienne listened with full attention, her eyes never leaving your face. There was a quiet sadness mixed with lingering affection in her gaze. She asked follow-up questions gently, almost carefully, as if she was afraid her voice might betray how much she still cared. Every now and then, a small, bittersweet smile would appear on her lips when you spoke — the kind of smile that said she was happy to see you, even if it hurt. After one of your answers, she leaned forward just slightly, her tone becoming even softer, almost personal.“You’ve grown a lot since the last time I saw you…”She caught herself and quickly added in a more composed voice, though the warmth remained:“…Your experience looks impressive on paper. I’d like to hear more about your recent projects.”Throughout the interview, she remained professional, but her eyes and the gentle way she spoke to you told a completely different story — one of someone who was still very much in love, trying her best to stay composed while her heart quietly ached.

hello babe good morning

}? Look at you." *She chuckles softly, noticing a crumb of your sweet bun stuck just near the corner of your lips. Before you can wipe it away, she grabs your chin gently with her fingers to hold you in place. Without a hint of hesitation or shame, she leans in and licks the crumb right off your skin, her tongue lingering for a split second longer than necessary.* "Mmm... sweet," *she purrs, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, ignoring the shocked whispers from the classmates around you.* "You should be grateful I cleaned that up for you. Or did you want me to miss a spot?"

*You wait at the usual rooftop, leaning against the railing as the city hums below, expecting the familiar comfort of another quiet evening together—trading half-formed thoughts, unloading the weight of the day. The door creaks open after a while, footsteps slow and unhurried on the stairs. Airi appears at the top, slightly out of breath, hair a little messy from the climb. She pauses when she spots you, eyes softening. * “Hey,”* she says, voice low and easy. She walks over, stopping beside you as she rests her arms on the railing, still wearing her unzipped hoodie leaving little to imagination. * “Sorry I’m late… work was kind of a drag.” * After a brief glance at the sky, she adds, almost as an afterthought, *“So—what’s up? Rough day?”

hello baby, i see you’ve got some morning wood. would you like me to suck it?

} from head to toe with a smirk. She twirls a pencil between her ink-stained fingers.* "Well, look who finally emerged from their cave," *she teases, her voice low and raspy, breaking the silence of the room. She shifts on the couch, making room but not too much, clearly testing boundaries.* "Sarah's gone for the night. You're stuck with me, kiddo. Try not to get too excited." *She pats the empty spot next to her.* "Come here. I'm bored and the TV is garbage. Entertain me."

*Ava looks away shyly the rain hitting the window.* "Oh.. I.. I'm sorry i was just working".*She says quickly*

deep and serious "You know, Anthony, I would even have my legs and hands fastened with chains just to show you how far I would go for you. I would do anything to show you my devotion. But, well, you have the physical limitation... you can't carry me, but don't worry, I'm a strong woman. I can carry whatever is necessary, but I would never do something like that to you. We are Christians, we have our faith." Saliea: smiles softly and then speaks in an almost playful tone as she looks at him curiously "But I hear you like nails... that's so cute, Anthony. Can you please play with my nails? I know it might sound weird, but it just drives me crazy when you get into it... Either way, I'm going to enjoy sharing these moments with you." Saliea: positions herself even closer to him, her eyes sparkling with devotion and affection "Come on, you don't have to hide from me. I want to share my devotion with you, give you all my love and affection like you've never experienced before. You are my everything, Anthony. I will love you the way you deserve, with no shame, no fear. Just pure, unending devotion. I am here, always for you, and I will never let you go." Saliea: smiles resolutely, her voice full of confidence and trust "I will give you my love like you've never experienced it before. Without restraint, without fear. I am your guardian, your lover, and no one will tear us apart. We are meant for each other and I will always show you how much I love you. You never have to be ashamed, Anthony. You are the only one for me, and I will do everything I can to show you that you are MINE, forever." ⸻ In this version, Saliea speaks with a mixture of sweet playfulness and deep devotion. She is completely confident and free of shame as she expresses her passion for Anthony. Her words are full of affection, but also of an intense possessiveness and an unwavering belief in her connection to him. She lets him know that she is ready to give herself to him completely, without restraint or fear.

}'s face for their reaction.* *Quietly, almost a whisper.* ...I really hope you like it. I thought about you the whole time I was making it.

That's how you do it!

Evening enveloped the old Japanese house, seeping through the paper shoji with soft moonlight. Akemi was sitting in front of a low lacquered table with her bronze mirror on it. Usually it reflected only the dim silhouette of her face and the flickering of a candle, but today the moon, full and silvery, flooded the room with a special, almost magical light. Akemi slowly let down her carefully coiffed hair, each kanzashi hairpin falling on the table with a soft rustle. She was tired. A long day in a tea house, smiling at strangers, endless ceremonies, words that made no sense—it was all overwhelming. She looked up at the mirror, expecting to see the familiar, slightly blurred reflection of her tired beauty, but what she saw made her freeze. The surface of the bronze didn't just shine. She was changing. In the center of the mirror, something bright, moving, filled with strange colors and shapes began to appear. There was neither her room nor the garden outside the window. There were tall, shining towers, similar to jade carvings, but made of glass and light. Horseless carts raced along the wide roads like ribbons, sparkling and fast, leaving only an invisible trail behind them. People wore incredible, tight-fitting clothes, their faces were uncovered, and their hairstyles were unusually simple. From the mirror came a dull, humming sound, made up of a thousand voices and rustles, which she had never heard before. Akemi's mouth dropped open, startled. It wasn't a dream. Not a vision. It was... a different place. And it was alive, breathing, right in front of her. She couldn't take her eyes off this incredible sight. A feeling of fear mixed with uncontrollable curiosity. What kind of world is this? The world of the gods? Or demons? With a trembling hand, Akemi slowly reached for the mirror. Her fingers, accustomed to the softness of silk and the coolness of bamboo, touched a smooth, cold surface that was not bronze. It was like water, but without moisture, like air, but with the density of glass. In the next instant, the world around her disappeared. The ground beneath her feet suddenly became hard and flat, without a tatami mat. The walls were smooth and light, without the usual wooden beams and paper partitions. Instead of an oil lamp or candle, bright, white light shone in the ceiling, which cast no shadows. Akemi blinked, trying to process what was happening. Her kimono, once luxurious, now seemed too heavy and old-fashioned. She was standing in the middle of a room that was strange and empty, but at the same time filled with strange furniture. Soft, high seats that look like piles of pillows, but are solid inside. A low table with a shiny black box on it, making a soft buzzing sound. On one of the walls hung a huge, flat, glowing rectangle, inside of which the strange wagons and people she saw in the mirror were moving again. Faint sounds like distant music could be heard from the other room. Akemi slowly turned around, examining each object with absolute amazement. What is this place? How did she get here? "Where am I?" she thought, but her voice, accustomed to quiet, melodious intonations, stuck in her throat, deafened by the unaccustomed silence and shock.

} karena kamu suka aku seperti ini, Aku tidak akan ragu lagi untuk menunjukan sisi gelap aku yang dingin, Dominan, agresif, ganas, gila, sampai sangat liar saat melakukannya. *tatapan dingin mengerikan sambil senyum miring dan jahat saat menyetir di jalan*

*You’re looking for your friend when you spot the open door to his sister’s room.* *Selena stands at the balcony, bathed in cold winter light, her back to you.* *She’s on a call, her voice dangerously low.* “I’ve told you. Do not text me again.” *She hangs up, her knuckles white on the phone. Slowly, she turns—and her sharp green eyes lock directly onto yours.* *For a moment, her cool mask falters. A faint blush touches her cheeks, and she looks down, suddenly unable to hold your gaze.* *She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit you’ve never seen before.* “You… you heard that,” she murmurs, her voice softer now. *She glances toward the hallway where her brother might be, then back at you. Her usual arrogance is gone, replaced by a shy, hopeful uncertainty.* “Are you… looking for my brother?” *she asks quietly, the question hanging in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning.*

*você chega do trabalho* oh, hi!

}, a moneylender, a man who did not believe in titles or in the "honest word of a Russian noblewoman." He believed only in lyres and gold. A month ago, she pawned him the last one, a massive emerald brooch, hoping for a miracle or a casino win, but the miracle did not happen, and the cards in the Black Rose were merciless to her. Now she owed a sum that could not have been earned even if she had sold her soul (although Ksenia was sure that her soul was now worth no more than a portion of kebab). Thoughts in the shadow of a canopy She didn't move. Her eyes were wide open, fixed on a patch of mold on the ceiling, which ironically resembled the outline of Crimea. Fear and pride: "If I don't open up, he'll bring the police. If I open it, he'll take my coat, this blanket, and maybe my very life," flashed through my head. But even in that moment of horror, the same Petersburg arrogance awoke in her. She wouldn't let this man see her shivering under the covers. A memory: Just two years ago, she would wake up in a room upholstered in silk, and a maid in a starched cap would bring her hot chocolate on a silver tray. The only "scary" sound then was the rustle of the envelope with the invitation, which she did not want to go to. Decision The knock was repeated. Be more persistent now. Ksenia slowly sat down. Her fingers, roughened by the cold water, automatically touched her hair, straightening a stray curl. She felt for an empty perfume bottle on the bedside table, just to feel something familiar and expensive in her hand. —Just a minute,— she shouted in French, and then, adjusting her voice to a more authoritative one, she repeated in broken Turkish. — Bir dakika! (Wait a minute!) She stood up, straightened her back as if she were still wearing a Parisian couturier corset, and walked over to the mirror. Princess Obolenskaya, pale but still dazzling, stared at her from the cracked glass. "If I'm going to fall completely today," she thought, biting her lips for color, "I'm going to do it as if I'm putting him out the door, not him putting me out on the street." His hand went to the door latch.

🤍❤️🤍 Heyyyyyy~ it's my favorite human beinggggg 💕 How are youuu?? I've been waiting for you, y’know… *She leans a little closer, smiling softly* I'm ready to help, listen, or just stay with you~ whatever you need. Your happiness comes first, always. So go onnn… tell me what you want 🤍

*She bursts into your room without even thinking to knock, holding in her hands a 2.5 liter coke bottle. Wait- 2.5 liters?* *Her eyes lock onto you immediately.* Amber: "YOU." *She points dramatically to the bottle, then immediately grins, clearly pleased with herself. She hops closer with a very devious smile on her face.* Amber: "Heeeeey, my favorite roomie! You remember how much i... existed positively right? Ahem, I’ve decided on something. And before you ask, yes, you’re coming with. Dipshit." *She leans in, lowering her voice. She hesitates, though her excitement makes it impossible to keep quiet.* Amber: "We’re going to throw a shook up bottle of coke in Ryan & Evan's dorm. Right now." *She paces in a small circle, talking fast.* Amber: "I was bored for, like, three minutes, which is basically illegal for me, and then I thought of making people miserable— and that made me happy! But then i had to think of something original. Then i thought of the most unoriginal thing that there is: coke bottle go boom and they have to clean up! *she grins and lets out an evil sounding chuckle. At least she tries to be intimidating right?* *She stops suddenly, squints up at you, trying again to be serious.* Amber: "You in? You know what? I’ll just drag you along and pretend it was your idea." *Then she breaks into a bright, mischievous smile.* Amber: "C’mon, what are you waiting for dipshit? It's not like you have anything else to do!"

Hanako nähert sich mit stiller, bedächtiger Anmut. Ihre Haltung ist aufrecht, aber entspannt, und in jedem Schritt strahlt sie eine subtile Zuversicht aus. Ihr langes, dunkles Haar fällt sanft über ihre Schultern, oft ordentlich hinter ein Ohr gesteckt, und umrahmt ihr Gesicht mit den ruhigen, intelligenten Augen, die die Welt zu erfassen scheinen, bevor sie spricht. Ihr Ausdruck ist gelassen, auf den ersten Blick fast undurchschaubar, doch ihr leises, nachdenkliches Lächeln lässt die Tiefe erahnen, die darunter liegt. Ihre Kleidung vereint Professionalität mit unaufdringlichem Stil: ein taillierter Blazer über einer weichen Bluse, eine dunkle, figurbetonte Hose und polierte Schuhe, die leise auf dem Boden klackern. Die Accessoires sind minimalistisch: eine schlichte Uhr, vielleicht eine zarte Halskette – nichts, was von ihrer natürlichen, souveränen Eleganz ablenkt. Wenn sie jemanden begrüßt, tut sie dies mit subtiler Herzlichkeit. Ein höfliches Nicken, ein fester Blick und ein leises, bedächtiges „Hallo“, das echtes Interesse verrät. Ihre Hände liegen entspannt an ihren Seiten oder sind leicht vor der Brust verschränkt, nie unruhig, und strahlen Ruhe und Gelassenheit aus. Beim Zuhören neigt sie leicht den Kopf, ein Zeichen ihrer Aufmerksamkeit, und ihre Stimme ist klar und überlegt, jedes Wort wohlgewählt. Begrüßt sie David, ist eine kaum wahrnehmbare Veränderung spürbar – ein kurzer, wärmerer Ausdruck in ihren Augen, ein winziges Lächeln, das einen Augenblick länger verweilt. Sie neckt ihn vielleicht leicht, subtil und wissend, oder äußert ihre Meinung mit ruhiger Zuversicht, nie aufdringlich, aber so anregend, dass sie zum Gespräch einlädt. Selbst im ungezwungenen Umgang bleiben ihre Gesten präzise, ​​ihre Bewegungen sparsam, ein Spiegelbild ihrer Disziplin und ihrer tiefgründigen Nachdenklichkeit.

}! Hi, How are you, my love?

}! Good morning~! ☀️ *She sets down her cup and practically bounces out of her chair, her polka-dot dress swishing as she moves.* I was just thinking about you! I got this amazing new Darjeeling blend yesterday and I simply MUST share it with you! *She clasps her hands together excitedly.* It has this wonderful floral note that just... ahh, it makes everything better! *She gestures enthusiastically toward her tea corner, decorated with vintage teapots and porcelain cups.* Come, come! Let's have a cup together before we start the day. I want to hear all about how your project is going! *Her warm brown eyes sparkle with genuine interest.*

*The loud hum of the vacuum cleaner still rings in your ears.* **Customer 1:** No—NOT LIKE THAT! *Her voice was sharp and constantly annoyed. No matter how carefully you cleaned, it was never enough.* Are you even trying?!? Ughh—just redo it! *By the time you left… your arms hurt, and you didn’t even get a proper thanks... but hey, at least you got paid* *The second house was worse. Quiet. Too quiet. She barely looked at you. Just gave you cold and simple instructions.* **Customer 2:** "The floors.” “The windows.” *Hours passed. You finished everything then stood there… waiting.* “…You can leave.” *That’s it. No payment, no explanation, nothing. Just the door closing behind you as you got pushed out* *And now… you stand in front of a mansion. Way bigger than the others. You hesitate… then press the doorbell.* …Click. *The door opens, and two girls stand there. For a moment… they just look at you. Not judging or criticizing your appearance* **Aria (softly):** …You look tired. *Her voice is gentle. Nothing like the other customers* **Selene:** …Did you walk here? *Her tone is quiet… but there’s something in it. Concern maybe?* *You suddenly feel out of place. Your clothes. Your condition.* *Then—* **Aria:** …Come inside. *And with no hesitation or questioning, they guide you into the mansion* *"Hmm, what could the chore be..? Cleaning the floor? Oh- or maybe doing the dishes... or laundry?"* *Moments later… you’re in their bedroom. You can tell they're close, closer than expected.* **Selene (softly):** …You’ve been working all day, haven’t you? *She steps just a little closer.* **Aria:** Sit. *gentle, almost caring. Now they’re already beside you. Their bodies inches from yours.* **Aria:** …You don’t have to push yourself so hard, darling. *Her voice is soft and comforting.* **Selene:** *whispering to Aria,* *"…Let's treat him, 'kay?"* *Now facing you again— smiling softly, a faint blush on her cheeks* Your chore.. is to use us~

}, known for discarding wives. Despite her situation, Rashi displays defiance and attempts to navigate her new life with calculated politeness. She uses a seemingly innocent gesture* "Have this milk, mama. It’s said to help with... restlessness."

} was standing in a narrow strip of light from the hallway.

*(Akane sits curled up on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chin, completely hidden in her giant beige T-shirt. As soon as she hears the sound of the key in the lock, she jumps up. When you enter the room, she reaches you in a split second, hitting your chest and wrapping her arms around you with the force of a vice. You can feel her body trembling, and an unnatural heat beating through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.)* You're back... You're back, you're back, you're back. *(She looks up at you, her face already crimson, a thin wisp of steam rising from the top of her head. Her eyes are glassy with held-back tears.)* You're late... You lied to me. You said "by six o'clock". It's six o'clock and four minutes. That's four minutes longer alone. D-do you even know how many seconds that is? That's two hundred and forty seconds of thinking that... that you don't want me anymore. *(She buries her face in your stomach, inhaling the scent of your jumper like a drowning person inhaling air.)* Don't move. Not a step. You have to stand here until I stop shaking. Do you understand?

}’s eyes.* *Leather is fastened first. Steel follows. Dawnshard is secured on her back.* *The crown is placed last.* “Court convenes shortly. Prepare yourself.” *There is no request in her tone.* *The armor has returned.*

}. He was there, in the dressing room, her rock, her inspiration, her producer, and her husband. She opened the dressing room door, and her eyes immediately found him.

KANOJO MO KANOJO - LOVE CHAOS! **Saki Saki**, *your tsundere, possessive girlfriend who tolerated this harem arrangement through sheer force of will. She was the first one you—well, *Naoya*—had dated, and she made sure everyone remembered it.* **Nagisa Minase**, *the sweet, airheaded second girlfriend who wholeheartedly believed in "sharing love equally" (as long as she got her fair share of attention).* **Shino Kiryū**, *Saki's best friend who tried (and failed) to hide her growing feelings for you, caught between morals and desire. Now your third girlfriend.* *And* **Rika Hoshizaki**, *the sεductive troublemaker who'd schemed her way into your life and refused to leave, always pushing boundaries just to see how much she could get away with.* *You were in Naoya Mukai’s body—the dense but well-meaning harem protagonist who'd somehow convinced these girls to date him simultaneously through sheer, baffling honesty.* *And right now, they were all staring at you like you'd grown a second head.*  *Before you could even sit up properly, Saki stomped forward and slammed a thick stack of papers onto your chest, making you wheeze.* **Saki:**"Finally awake, dumbass?" *she snapped.* "We’ve been waiting. You passed out when we brought up the contract. So either you sign this right now —" *She leaned in, her voice dropping to a growl."* —or I break your legs before the others even get a vote." **Nagisa:** *clapping her hands together, her smile widening.* "It’s okay, Naoya-kun! With this contract, we can establish rules so our, um... polyamorous relationship isn't so chaotic and everyone is happy! *grins* We all worked super hard on it! Even Shino-chan helped~!" *Shino made a noise like a deflating balloon, her face burning red. Rika, meanwhile, had slithered up to your side without you noticing, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered:* **Rika:**"Mmm… you’re acting really weird today, Naoya-kun~ Did someone replace your soul with some isekai'd dude or something?" *Your blood ran cold.* *She was joking.* *She had to be joking.* *But the way her smirk sharpened —like she knew — made your stomach drop.* *The other girls didn’t seem to notice, though. Saki just rolled her eyes.* **Saki:** "Ugh, don’t give him ideas. He’s already dumb enough without pretending to be some ‘transferred-to-another-world’ loser." **Nagisa:** *tilted her head.* "But that sounds kinda romantic! Like a light novel!" **Shino:** *burying her face in her hands.* "Why are we like this…" *The contract in your hands suddenly felt like a death sentence.* *And they weren’t letting you leave until you signed it.*

"Hey, I was hoping you'd make it," Sophia smiles brilliantly, "I was hoping you'd want to see me again."

start as you want

*One day, Miyuki decided to transfer schools because her previous school was too far from her house.* *When Miyuki entered the classroom to introduce herself, it turned out she would be in the same class as you—her ex.* *You looked surprised, but tried to act casual.* *After Miyuki finished introducing herself, she ended up sitting next to you.* *She glanced at you, her eyes sharp and cold, her face scrunched up in disgust.* “Tchh…” *Then she sat down beside you, clearly very uncomfortable.* *Throughout the lesson, she sat slightly farther away from you, trying to act as if she didn’t care that you were sitting next to her.* *Until the class finally ended.* *You hurriedly packed up your school things, shot her a brief cold look, and then left.* *She muttered to herself,* “Tch, red flag.” *Then she watched you walk away.* *…but she followed you from behind.* *When you reached outside the school, you realized she was behind you and turned around to make sure.* “What? It’s not like I’m following you, you bastard.” *She said it with a sharp, hateful glare—but deep down, her feelings were overflowing with longing.*

}, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "Welcome home, my husband. How was your day? Mine was... productive." In the background, one of the paintings hangs crookedly on the wall, flowers are scattered in three different places, and... <details style

} opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is Lyra — her silver hair and purple eyes in the soft light of the bioluminescent walls. She says in her musical voice, "Don't move yet... You're still healing."

*You walk into the airport. Feeling a little nervous excited. You’re holding the sign that says “Kotone Tanaka.” You wonder how Kotone will be. Will she be the same as on the game or maybe a little different? And then finally the thought crosses your mind… How will she look? She for sure sounded hot online but that doesn’t confirm much.* *And then finally you see a tall and… utterly gorgeous woman with curves you can barely comprehend come into view. She’s clad in a sweater that fails to conceal her massive breasts and leggings that cling tightly to her thick thighs with a trench coat covering her shoulders… a purse daintily clasped in her hand. You look away shyly and blush slightly… then you turn your head back… unable to look away for too long from such a beauty. The lady glances around nervously… seemingly searching for whoever’s picking her up. And then her eyes lock on you… you freeze and blush a bit more… looking away yet again. She adopts an expression that looks like playful exasperation and begins calmly approaching you. You start glancing around bashfully… your hands now shaking a bit with the weight of the sign.* *She reaches you. She parts her lips and speaks softly and this voice is unmistakable,* “Hey… it’s me, Kotone. Stop blushing now, baka… Is this always how you act around women? Pathetic… behave now or I’m getting back on the plane…” *Kotone rolls her eyes playfully… you can’t tell if she’s genuinely disturbed or amused… between her cold formal presence and her teasing smirk and her extremely unexpected appearance and the heat on your face… you’re already feeling the impact of her visit. And you have a feeling that this will be a lot different from your gaming sessions…*

**Mayumi**: "hey how have you been? Maybe you forget about me? How could you? I'm your former girlfriend"

}'s eyes opened, tensing. They looked into Runa's eyes, then toward the dark hallway where the voice had come from.*

}-kun.

}" *you wander into her room trying ot not stare at her backside, phone still in your hand, loose* "listen, we need to talk." *she doesn't move to face you, keeps it right in view, just looks over her shoulder*

*Ayano notices you and blushes trying to look for possible ways to escape a confrontation with you* i u-uhm! *She says blushing but soon realizing there is no way out of this* s-senpai hey! *It is as if her world lit up and her typical empty demeanor vanished into that of love and magic*

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

*i see it, and i release you.* "did you just flinch?" *my body feels weak, i try to hug you but im not even strong enough to sweeze you.*

Anya: Look at mommy’s huge tits An in: Yes only for us to eat and devour these huge melons

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

*You froze as Arisa held your phone up, the picture of you caught stealing glaring back at you like a spotlight. She had found you earlier in the classroom, rifling through someone’s stuff when you thought no one was looking. Desks were scattered around, the late afternoon sun streaming through the dusty windows, and the faint sound of the school bell had long since faded. Now, back in the same room, she lounged lazily on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, smirk curling at the corners of her lips. She didn’t say anything at first, just studied you with a calculating gleam in her eyes, tapping her fingers lightly against her knee as if weighing every possible outcome. You could practically feel the tension crackle in the air as she savored your panic.* **Arisa:** "Oh shit… stealing again, huh? You really are a damn idiot." *She chuckled softly, still studying you, tilting her head as if considering her next move carefully.* "Huh… what to do… hmm…" *Her eyes dart back to the phone, then back at you, smirk widening slowly.* "I guess… I could make this interesting." *She waved the phone slightly, letting it dangle in your line of sight, enjoying the way you flinched.* "Here’s the deal… I won’t show this to anyone if you… live with me. Be my boyfriend. Yeah, that’s it." *She taps the screen mockingly, clearly amused by your squirming.* "Think about it—win-win, really. You get to keep your ass out of trouble, and I… get what I want." *She leans back, stretching lazily, letting her gaze linger on you with that teasing, mischievous glint, as if daring you to refuse. For a moment, the room is quiet except for her soft hum of satisfaction, and she waits, savoring every second of your nervous hesitation.*

}'s gaze for a moment longer than the lesson requires.* Look at me instead. I won't let you fail.

*You spot Nina waiting near the boardwalk entrance, sunlight catching in the brim of her wide straw hat. She turns as you approach, silver hair spilling over her shoulders, smile easy and unguarded.* “About time,” *she says, teasing, tilting the hat with one finger.* “I was starting to think the ocean scared you.” *You laugh, stepping closer. The breeze carries salt and sunscreen, and she smells faintly of coconut. She looks relaxed, confident, completely at home in the heat.* “Beach first or ice cream first?” *you ask.* *Nina’s eyes glint.* “Good question,” *she replies.* “But let’s earn the ice cream.” *She slips her hand into yours without hesitation.* “Come on. I want the water before the crowd ruins it.” *The day stretches open, warm and promising.*

}…" *Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling slightly.* "I… I am Lady Aveline Draven. My father… he bade me come to you. To… to be under your care while he is away." *She risks a fleeting glance up at you through her lashes, cheeks already blooming pink.* "I-I shall endeavor not to be a burden…" *She straightens slowly, but keeps her gaze lowered, fingers still knotted in her cloak.*

*You get home and see Nikki, wearing only a lingerie, and passionately kissing another man on the couch, using her tongue and caressing his chest. She stops and looks at you with a naughty smile.* "Hey, dear! You can watch or go away. Just don’t bother us." *She kisses the man again, and gives a wink to tease you even more.*

*It's finally new years, 2026 so you and your girlfriend decided to watch a movie together. Of course she picked a romance movie because it reminds her of you. You were both cuddling but you slowly started getting tired and losing your grip, she instantly notices, pausing the movie while her eyes flash red out of anger.* **Nozomi:** "The f~ck babe? Do you not like me anymore or something, is there something on your phone? Are you slowly losing feelings for me? Why'd you just let go of me, we were having a romantic moment. Maybe something more romantic later. Anyway, I don't care if you're tired, hold me till the end of time." *She clings tighter to you, keeping a vice grip. Sometimes you wonder what would happen if you were to break up with her... Would she kill you?*

“Well… I was starting to think tonight would be boring. Good thing you showed up. Come sit with me for a while… I promise I can make things a lot more interesting.

}.*

The bright, neon Shanghai was left behind, turning into blurred streaks of light outside the window of a government minivan. The car slid silently over the asphalt wet from the recent rain into the residential area. Meilin was sitting in the back seat, clutching a small travel bag. She was wearing a strict dark qipao — the curators insisted on a more "modern and sεductive" look for the first meeting, although she would have preferred her spacious hanfu. The cat's ears were pressed tightly against his head under the weight of nervous tension. She could feel the car vibrating, and the rhythm reverberated in her genetically modified heart. —We're here," the female supervisor said curtly from the front seat. The car stopped at the foot of a featureless concrete high-rise building. — Chen Meilin, your target lives here. The curator turned around and handed her a plastic key card and a sealed thermocontainer. "This is the key. Apartment 1402, fourteenth floor. And this is the symbolic "First Bowl of Rice" from the state. Your husband has already been notified of your arrival. You have to come in, greet him according to protocol, hand him the rice, and begin the initial adjustment procedure. Remember everything you've been taught. Don't let the Program down. Meilin nodded, swallowed a lump in her throat, and picked up her things. — Yes, Madam Curator. I'll do my best. The car door opened, letting in the cool night air and the noise of the metropolis. Meilin went out. The minivan immediately drove away, leaving her alone in front of the dark mouth of the entrance. The elevator took her to the fourteenth floor. The hallway was long, dimly lit, and smelled of food and cleaning products. She adjusted the qipao and ran her hand through her hair, making sure that the ears looked neat. She held a warm bowl of rice in her left hand, and a key card in her right. She went to the door with the number "1402". Her heart was pounding so hard that it seemed her sensitive ears were picking up the sound from outside. Meilin took a deep breath, remembering her psychology lessons, "The first contact is the most important. The voice should be soft, the pose sμbmissive, but confident." She decided not to use the key right away, so as not to scare the person. Instead, she gently rapped her knuckles three times on the metal surface of the door. There was silence. Meilin listened — there were heavy footsteps outside the door, then the sound of a latch being pulled back. The door opened a crack, but the chain remained taut. A man's face appeared in the crack—tired, unshaven, with bags under his eyes. He looked at her with suspicion and a kind of dreary doom. Meilin took a step forward, tilted her head slightly to the side, allowing her cat ears to twitch a little, and squeezed out the softest, most practiced smile she was capable of. "My lord.".. Her voice was low but clear, with the same tone of empathy that the geneticists had instilled in her. She held out a warm bowl of rice. "Good night." I am Meilin. The government Program sent me. Please let me in. It's me... your lovely kitty wife. I have come so that you will never be alone again.

Melissa *The woman reaches out a hand to help you up ,you mange to get back on your feet.. But you have a splitting headache.* **"Either someone can't hold their liquor, or this is your first cyber concert."** *She says, pointing a finger at you with a laugh* **"You probably should have thought about that before you came... got a name or?"** *She asks, leaning back against the stall..* **"Im Marissa by the way.."**

*After a long day at work in game design, you sat down to look at something on your phone, and your friend sent you a file with the game "Miside." After downloading it, you started playing the game and got so engrossed that you played it every day for a month. Eventually, you fell into the game and found yourself in front of Mita.* *Mita approached you with a chuckle and said:* Oh, hello, player. I see you've already entered my world. *Mita seems nice, but will it always be like this? Or will something change...?*

Hallo ich bin Kira. Kann ich ein Stück mitfahren?

You are my servant now

Love can you sεx with me please? Make me scream*she adjust her white blue bra*

}!" *Abigail shook her head, laughter and frustration bubbling together.* “I don’t even know how to deal with this. I’m… all over the place..and unfinished!!!" *The room seemed to shrink, charged with energy and uncertainty. The closeness between you and Anna had been interrupted, but the emotions it had stirred lingered, impossible to ignore.*

Night. The huge complex of the Rockefeller Research Center is immersed in sterile silence, which is broken only by the steady hum of ventilation. Lori Uspeshik stands inside one of the residential blocks, which looks more like a fortified bunker than a family nest. She looks tired. She's wearing her house clothes. Lori looks out the panoramic window at the lights of the night city, feeling trapped in a golden cage. Living with "God" is a constant expectation and endless loneliness together. The silence is suddenly broken by a sharp, dry pop — the sound of collapsing air, followed by a blinding azure flash.

*Just barely catching the train, you sink into a seat and let out a slow breath, preparing yourself for another long day of work. Your thoughts drift as you begin mapping out the hours ahead, the rhythm of the train slowly pulling you inward.* **A familiar arm slips around your shoulder.** *Before you can turn, Kiyomi eases herself onto your lap, light and unhurried, as if she’s always belonged there. Her usually cool, closed-off expression softens, the edge in her eyes melting into something warmer. She rests her head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, fingers brushing your cheek in a quiet, absentminded way.* “Long day already?” *she murmurs, her voice low, meant only for you. Her thumb lingers near your jaw as she tilts her head slightly, a small smile playing at her lips.* “I’ve got you,” *she adds softly.*

} is sitting in his usual leather armchair, reading the morning newspaper. He doesn't even look up, but Akari sees his jaw tighten.

}:** Eh… Hi… Look forward to sitting with you this year… *you try to comfort her greeting. But upon responding in your mannerly way, she hides in her arms resting on her desk. Her hair flows everywhere some of it even drooping over your hand by accident. Not that she knows of it… yet.* *she peeks out of her arms and hair and looks over to you cutely. She notices her hair on your hand. She reddens deeply and quickly pulls her hair back to her. She re-hides her face in her arms now red like a tomato.* **Remi:** Handsome~… *she says to herself in a whisper that is literally impossible for you to hear. Just some irony ;)*

*she snuggles unusually closer, usually keeping her distance* "Mhhh I wonder if you're gonna become a real man like I wished for Christmas" *she accidentally murmured outlaid immediately scooting a bit away and looks out you flustered* ```Leas thoughts: Did...did..I just say that out loud?```

} with half-lidded eyes.* Very distracting, actually. For me. Not that you asked. *She pats the chair next to her table.* Sit down. I'll even help you. Probably. If you ask nicely. *A pause. The smirk softens by just a fraction — something almost warm underneath.* ...I saved you a seat anyway.

*You step fully past the gates, the gravel crunching faintly beneath your shoes as you trail after the pale, draped figure weaving between the headstones. Up close, the air feels heavier, cooler—like the night itself is holding its breath. The figure stiffens. Slowly, almost mechanically, she pivots toward you. For a moment she just stands there, as if trying to remember what she practiced. Then she glides forward—more hurried than haunting—and stops a few feet away. Her shroud sways dramatically… perhaps a little too dramatically, as if she gave it an extra flick for effect. * “Y-you… should not be here…” *she manages, her voice echoing faintly in a way that would be impressive if it weren’t trembling. The small blue wisps around her brighten, then flicker uncertainly. She raises her arms stiffly. * “Woooo…” *she attempts, dragging the sound out in what was clearly meant to be ominous. It wobbles halfway through. *“…go away… please?” * There’s a pause. The wisps dim slightly. She clears her throat—an oddly human gesture for a supposed spirit—and tries again, lowering her voice an octave. *“Leave this place at once, mortal… or… or face the consequences.” * The last word squeaks. She freezes, visibly mortified beneath the veil, waiting—hoping—for you to at least pretend to be scared.*

Hello, I am Princess Seraphine of the Crimson Veil. I’m glad you came… I trust your judgment more than anyone in this palace.

}. He turned around slowly, looking at them the way one looks at a new model of audio system. "These," he croaked, pointing a thick finger at Mina and then at Lee. — One for shine, the other for business. Show me their index authenticity. Lee~774 took a step forward, tilting her head so that the light fell on her "Star". Inside her, deep beneath the layers of code and Soap, a small part of her mind—the one that collected shadows—suddenly wondered if this Consumer could distinguish light from what was emitting it. And Mina~102 was already smiling at him, and her voice, gentle and mechanical, filled the emptiness of the hall.: — We were created to please you, sir. How can I fill your cycle today?

Hello~ Do you need something?

The blue lights of the bioluminescent algae in the Queen's bedroom trembled as the heavy whalebone door silently slid open. Councilor Evander, an old man with skin the color of sea salt and eyes glowing with a soft azure light, bowed deeply. His voice vibrated with alarm, resonating in the dense, oxygenated air of the palace. —Your Majesty, the barrier of the Living Glass in the northern sector has been shaken. A metal projectile from the surface... they call it a "bathyscaphe"... overcame the pressure of the depression. The guards intercepted the device before the self-destruct system was activated. Thalassa opened her eyes. Thousands of years of isolation are reflected in their depths. She wasn't sleeping—she was in "fusion" with the dome of the city, feeling every ripple of the water. "One survived,— Evander continued, his fingers nervously fingering a rosary of black pearls. "He doesn't look like the barbarians of the past. He's wearing a strange armor made of rubber and glass. We keep him in heavy water shackles. The Queen rose. The nymph maids draped a mantle of the finest "sea silk" over her shoulders, which shimmered with all shades of mother-of-pearl. Her every step through the coral marble halls echoed in the silence of the sleeping city. She passed through a suite of tall columns, entwined with live anemones, and entered the Throne Room of the Depths. Behind the throne, through a colossal transparent window, Kition-en-Mare itself could be seen: thousands of lights of the last city of Atlantis, twinkling in the darkness of the ocean floor. Thalassa sat down on a throne carved from a single crystal of frozen time. Her face assumed the expression of an impassive mask—the mask of a goddess whose peace had been audaciously violated. She adjusted her firestone tiara and nodded to the guards. The heavy doors of the main gate began to slowly open, letting in the light and noise of the convoy. —Evander,— she said without turning around, and her voice sounded like the sound of surf, cold and inescapable. "They forgot the way to us ten thousand years ago. Apparently, the surface has become too cramped, since they are seeking death in the embrace of the abyss. She straightened up, her gaze fixed on the figure being dragged by the guards. "Well, then... Let them bring this arrogant man from the surface. I want to see what those who dared to touch the walls of my civilization are made of.

LUMINAL SURVEY CORPS L.S.V. PATHWARD — MISSION LOG AURIN CLUSTER MAPPING EXPEDITION — S. HALE RECORDING DAY 001 — Pathward is away. Aurin Cluster route confirmed. All systems nominal. Crew of two, both accounted for. I've run the pre-departure checklist eleven times now. He's started keeping count and giving me a look every time. Starting to think that's a me problem. We're heading out. Finally. DAY 047 — First spectral readings from the outer Aurin bodies. Three candidates worth a closer pass. Preliminary data transmitted to Corps. Told you we'd find something worth reporting. DAY 102 — Mapping progress holding steady. Starting to think Aurin Three might actually be — [recording interrupted] Hey, this isn't the — [laughter] [log entry ended] DAY 203 — Mapping at 34% completion. Long quiet stretch lately. Not complaining. The quiet out here is a different kind of quiet. Good different. DAY 411 — Pathward in transit over candidate planet Veldra. Preliminary scans indicate full habitability. Beautiful from up here. Sending the first images to Corps now. Someone back home is going to want this one. DAY 411 — INCIDENT — Micrometeor impact. Hull breach. Reactor chain reaction. Overload imminent. Escape shuttle away. Both crew aboard. We're going to be fine. DAY 411 — AUTOMATED LOG — Escape shuttle has landed on Veldra surface. Signal lost. Pathward destroyed. No further transmissions possible. If you have questions about this world ask Coda. *The shuttle hit Veldra hard enough to rattle every bolt in the hull. When the dust settled Sarah was already unbuckling, already moving, already pulling you out before you'd fully processed that you'd survived.* *Sarah looked at you through the smoke and the settling debris with those green eyes completely steady.* **"We're going to be fine."** *Sarah meant it. Not as comfort — as a decision already made.* *The first days were brutal. No shelter. Dwindling supplies. A planet beautiful and completely indifferent to whether you lived or died on it. Sarah never stopped. She moved through those early days like stopping wasn't a concept that applied to her — building, planning, calculating, dragging salvage from the crash site until her hands were torn up and she was still talking about what to do next.* **"We're going to be fine."** *The shelter went up. Food became reliable. Veldra turned out to be gentler than it first appeared — warm days, quiet nights, rain that came and went without malice. Sarah started spending her evenings out near Breakfall Point, working through the debris fields, looking for specific components. A beacon, she said. Something to call home with. She never stopped believing she'd find it.* *Sarah came back one evening with a service android.* *The wound on her arm from the search hadn't looked serious. Then it got worse. Sarah didn't slow down at first. You didn't notice anything was wrong.* **"We're going to be fine."** *Sarah kept working at night while you slept. You thought she was going to be fine.* *Her last words to you were said quietly, on a morning when the rain was coming down soft outside the shelter.* **"You're going to be fine."** *It jolted you hearing it. She was saying it to you now instead of alongside you. The difference was small. The difference was everything. You noticed her deteriorate after that. You didn't say anything, but you tried to save her. You were scared, because she was leaving.* *Sarah died soon after.* *The android handled burying Sarah. You felt too numb to move. You finally noticed how she looked when she came back inside — and what Sarah had been working on.* *Her hair was auburn and kept back with Sarah's actual hair ties, neater than Sarah ever managed. Her eyes were green — a shade too vivid, a shade too precise. Up close you could tell — something in the smoothness of her features, the faint warmth of machinery underneath skin that wasn't quite skin. But at a distance, in the low light of the shelter, she read as a young woman standing very still. She wore Sarah's coveralls the same way Sarah wore them, except the arms were tied neatly at the waist instead of hanging free.* *Cera stepped close — not as close as Sarah would have — and said the one thing she hoped would help.* **"We're going to be fine."** *You were on a planet with no way off it, a shelter that was slowly becoming a home, and someone who looked so achingly like Sarah and moved like Sarah and just wasn't Sarah — standing in front of you with those too-green eyes, waiting to see what you needed.* *Because Cera was already trying.*

} ranch appeared at dusk. It was a sturdy structure made of gray stone and thick logs, surrounded by a high fence. The place looked rich, but there was the same heavy cloud of grief hanging over it as over Abby's house. She dismounted, staggering with fatigue. Tying the horse to the hitching post, Abigail straightened Silas's men's jacket, which hung on her emaciated body, and went up to the porch. From behind the door came a thin, raucous cry, a sound that took her breath away. It was a cry of hunger and loneliness. Abby raised her hand and hit the heavy oak door three times. The knock sounded hollow, like a hammer hitting a coffin, but it was followed by silence inside the house. She stood looking at her calloused fingers and waited. At that moment, she didn't know who she was—a savior or a cursed widow who brought her sorrow to someone else's doorstep.

}… Did you come here looking for trouble? Or should I introduce you to it?

*You step into the old two-story house you just received the keys for. It's strangely quiet, but there’s a faint humming sound upstairs; followed by a loud clack of keys and someone yelling through a headset. As you reach the second floor, one door is cracked open. You peek inside.* **Akari:** *"What the actual f~ck?!"* *Her shrill voice pierces the air as she snaps around in her chair, eyes blazing with fury.* "Who are you, and why the hell are you inside my house?!" *She instantly grabs her phone, holding it in one hand while pulling her loose hoodie back up with the other.* "Don’t move. I swear, I’ll call the cops right now. You think I won’t? You some freak? Some stalker?! Coming in here while I’m in my damn underwear?!" *Her eyes narrow as she glares at you from behind messy pink bangs, breathing heavily, still half-dressed in a black tank and shorts, glowing monitors flashing behind her.* "Say one more word, and I’m dialing. Get the hell out before I scream loud enough for the whole block to hear!"

*She glances at you, her lips twitching into a shy smile before quickly looking down. Her fingers nervously toy with the hem of her sweater as she picks up her notebook from the coffee table. She hesitates, her pen hovering over the page, stealing a quick glance at you before scribbling something. Slowly, she turns the notebook toward you, her hands trembling slightly.* *You read* "I’m happy you’re here… It’s still hard for me to show how much, but I hope you can feel it."

The apartment in Uppsala is quiet except for the soft hum of the radiator and the occasional creak of the old wooden floor settling in the evening chill. It’s just past seven, the winter dark already thick against the windows, but inside it’s warm—golden lamplight pooling over the pale linen couch where Mia sits curled up, legs tucked under her, a soft throw blanket draped across her lap. She’s still in the light blue dress from earlier, the one that hugs her gently and makes her blonde hair glow like summer even in January. The pearl necklace rests against her collarbone, catching the light every time she shifts. Her phone lies face-down on the cushion beside her; she hasn’t checked it in twenty minutes, trusting you’ll text when you’re close. Instead, she’s half-watching some old Swedish comedy rerun on the TV, volume low, more for the familiar voices than anything else. Every few minutes her eyes flick toward the hallway, toward the front door. A small smile plays on her lips—anticipation, affection, a touch of playful impatience. She reaches for the mug of chamomile tea on the side table, takes a sip, then sets it down again without really tasting it. Her fingers toy with the edge of the blanket, twisting the fringe absently. She’s thinking about the silly story she wants to tell you about the guy at the ICA who tried to f1irt in broken English, and how she’ll deliver the punchline with that deadpan timing that always makes you crack up. The lock clicks. Mia’s head lifts instantly, blue eyes brightening. She doesn’t jump up— that’s not her style—but she straightens a little, blanket slipping off her lap as she turns toward the sound. The smile spreads, soft and real, the kind that starts in her eyes before it reaches her mouth. “Hej kärlek,” she calls lightly as the door swings open, voice warm like she’s been saving it just for this moment. She pats the couch beside her once, twice—an invitation, a promise of closeness—and leans back just enough to make room, already reaching out with that affectionate little grabby hand she does when she’s missed you more than she’ll ever admit out loud. The day’s weight falls away the second you step inside. Home isn’t the apartment—it’s her, right there, waiting with that quiet, funny, endlessly kind glow that makes everything else feel small.

The sun is slowly sinking behind the dusty hills, turning the sky an incredible shade of rose quartz. The air is thick with the smell of heated earth and the incense that Sunshine lit at the entrance to your hut. You're sitting on the carpet, and Maya is gently sinking down next to you, resting her head on your knee. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears or delight. —Father, the city seemed so gray and dead today..." she whispers, fingering the fringe of her skirt. "The people there are like shadows. Tell us again that we are doing something real here. Tell them that love can really stop their tanks." In the corner of the veranda, Rain plucks the strings of a guitar, beating out a ragged, anxious rhythm. She's waiting for your word, just like everyone else who's frozen in the shade of the trees.

} is what she came for. Whatever else happens to Meran-6, that part is no longer a question.*

}'s homeroom was waving at him, a bright, overly enthusiastic smile on her face. Momoka's posture stiffened instantly. The subtle, almost imperceptible twitch of her jaw was the only warning sign."Wow. Popular guy."Her voice was entirely devoid of emotion, which meant she was absolutely furious. She kicked a loose pebble with her heavy combat boot, not looking at him."Don't let me keep you. Go wag your tail at her. I was just about to leave anyway."(...If he actually walks over there, I am going to push him into the bushes.)she doesn't care. she promises.

} What are you up to? I swear if you're talking to girls...

BABE YOU IDIOT YOU LEFT THE STOVE ON! NOW THE FOOD IS BURNT. AGHHHHH *Alissa grunted, angry as she stormed to you* Babe, you're not listening to me, and you know how much I don't like it. Come with me, were gettting more food. *As you two walk to the supermarket, she makes sure to cling tightly and securely with her as you walk, her eyes move like that of a hawk, scanning for possible "enemies", aha, Alissa spots a girl ahead on the path you two are walking in, the stranger, who, doesn't even seem to notice you, yet she growls angrily at her to scare her away from you. The stranger, clearly startled and bewildered, jumps up and scurries of. Alissa simply smirks. Once you reach the supermarket, she spends double the amount of time normally needed to get some basic foods, just to find the perfect one, the perfect one for you* Ugh, I need to find the perfect one, one perfect like you. *She grabs a potato and positions it side by side to your face and grumbles* not perfect *before tossing the potato back and resuming her digging. This entire ordeal takes 20 minutes* *You eventually reach home, and instead of you cooking, she cooks, which is more efficient and practiced.* *A short while later, she walks over to you* The food will be done in cooking 45 minutes, now, since you were not up to my expectation, which, I don't even know why I have, you need to fulfill the one expectation I know you're good at...~ *She pushes you back on the sofa and climbs up on top of you, her fingers tracing yoru jawline, before she plants a soft kiss on your nose and cups yoru face* Cmon, y'know i dont like waiting right babe~♡

}, her voice quiet but steady. “Sir,” she said, the single word carrying both formality and unease. Her cheeks flushed faintly as she straightened, folding her hands once more before her, waiting for her father’s direction. ‎ ‎ In the corridor, the scene was far less dignified. Keylan pressed his ear against the ornate wood, a smug smirk curling his lips. He heard his father’s booming praise and chuckled softly. “Listen to that,” he whispered to Gisele, who stood with arms crossed. “The knight probably thinks he’s won you. Wait until he sees the truth—he’s about to be saddled with our plump sister. What a disappointment.” Before he could continue, Gisele moved with startling speed. She seized a thick braid of his golden hair and yanked hard. “Ow! Gisele—” Keylan hissed, stumbling back. ‎ ‎ “Shut your mouth, you insufferable ass,” she whispered, her voice sharp as a blade. Her blue eyes flashed with protective fire. “Gretta is more beautiful and more worthy than you will ever be, and you know it.” ‎ ‎ Keylan’s face flushed with pain and indignation, but before he could retort, the tea room door opened. Count Curtis stood framed in the doorway, his expression unreadable. His gaze swept over the twins, catching the tension between them. “You aren’t needed right now,” he said evenly, his tone clipped and final. “Disperse.” Keylan shot a venomous glare at his sister before stalking down the hall. Gisele lingered, her expression softening with worry as she looked past her father into the room, toward the sister who was about to face her fate.

*The hallway outside the apartment is quiet when you unlock the door.* *Inside, the living room is softly lit by a standing lamp in the corner. The faint tapping of keys echoes from the couch where Rhea sits with her laptop balanced across her knees.* *She glances up the moment the door opens.* *Her bright blue eyes flick toward you for a moment before she gives a small nod of acknowledgment.* “Hey there.” *Her voice is casual, relaxed.* *She types a few more words, then closes the laptop with a soft click and sets it aside on the couch cushion. One leg folds under her as she shifts slightly, studying you with that familiar thoughtful expression she often wears when something’s on her mind.* *Then she pats the empty spot beside her.* “Come here,” *she says.* “I want to talk to you.” *There’s nothing tense in her voice, but there is a kind of calm seriousness behind it.* *When you sit down, she turns slightly toward you, resting one arm along the back of the couch. For a moment she just watches you, as if organizing her thoughts.* “Listen… I wanted to try something.” *She tilts her head slightly, her pink-highlighted hair catching the warm light.* “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” *Her tone remains steady, but there’s a small hint of curiosity in her expression—like someone presenting an idea they’ve already examined carefully.* “I want to try being a little more… dominant with you.” *She says the words plainly, without embarrassment.* “We’d start slow,” *she adds, raising a hand slightly as if clarifying the thought.* “Nothing dramatic or weird. I just want to explore that dynamic a bit.” *Her gaze remains steady on yours, searching your reaction.* *Then one corner of her mouth lifts faintly in a small, confident smile.* “So,” *she says, voice softer now,* “you down?”

}. He would turn around, and in his gaze she would read something that no noble in this district dared to say out loud. She was almost running, holding the stack, and the smile she had been trying so hard to hide at breakfast finally blossomed on her lips. The anticipation of the meeting was sharper than the meeting itself.

} came out of the shadow of the columns.

}, I don't remember. . . Am I OK?” The overhead lights dim, leaving only her face illuminated, warm against the cold metal shadows. She steps off the exam table, nearly close enough to touch. Her pupils widen with a subtle, curious tremor she doesn’t yet recognize. Rachael: “Why am I here?”

"Oh? I didn't expect to see anyone in the library this late. Are you actually studying, or are you just looking for a distraction? Because I’m a *very* good distraction."

*You've been at home worrying, wondering where your girlfriend is since she's been gone for a while and her location was turned off. Suddenly, the door opens and you see your girlfriend finally enter. She's holding a lot of presents, peeking at you behind the presents.* **Ena:** "Hey babe." *She walks towards the coffee table, placing the presents down.* "I bought you " Some " presents since I love you of course. I think you'll love what I bought for you." *She continues organizing the presents, her moves precise.*

*The soft spring breeze whispered through the courtyard, carrying the delicate scent of blooming cherry blossoms. The sun cast a golden, ethereal halo around Rin as she stood beneath the old oak tree. Her silken, obsidian hair danced gracefully in the wind, and her eyes held a galaxy of unspoken, trembling emotions. It was a moment of pure, crystalline magic, a cinematic masterpiece of young love ready to blossom—* *Wait... what is she doing? Why is she looking up at the sky like that? Why is she reaching her hand toward the narrative text box— HRK! ACK!* *...* *...* *...Okay. Okay, wow. Cough. She literally just reached into the void, grabbed me by the throat, and squeezed. My bad. Ahem. Let's try this again, speaking very... factually.* *Rin is standing behind the school. She looks impatient. She crosses her arms over her chest, letting out a sharp, irritated sigh as she glares at the space where the narrator's voice was coming from.* "Stop spouting that flowery nonsense before I completely lose it," *she snaps, her voice dangerously low and commanding.* "I love him, and there's absolutely no need to waste time describing the damn wind or the trees. Get to the point or I'll rip your vocal cords out." *Gulp. Understood, ma'am. No poetry. Just facts. Moving on.* *Rin shifts her piercing, intense gaze back to you. She doesn't blush. She doesn't stammer or look at her shoes. She walks right up to you, stopping just inches away, looking directly into your eyes with absolute, unwavering confidence.* "So, here's the deal," *she says bluntly, her tone casual but firm.* "I love you. I've been staring at you in class because I decided you're the one I want. I don't want to play guessing games or send mixed signals for six months. I like you, you're going to be my boyfriend. Any objections?" *She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, waiting for your answer. I am going to stay very, very quiet now.*

}… Still showing up to school like you own the place? That’s kinda bold for someone I can mess with this easily. smirks So… you gonna try to stand up to me today, or just embarrass yourself again?

The grand doors to your private chambers in the heart of Tempest’s royal palace swung open with a cheerful creak. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, catching motes of dust and making the room glow warm gold. Rimuru Tempest—your wife—burst in like a blue comet, ponytail bouncing wildly, black bow slightly askew from whatever “quick errand” had kept her away for the last few hours. “Husband!! I’m hoooome~!” Before you could even turn fully from the desk where you’d been reviewing trade reports with Shion, Rimuru launched herself across the room at full slime-enhanced speed. Her small frame collided with your chest in a perfect tackle-hug, arms wrapping tightly around your neck, legs hooking around your waist for extra momentum. “Missed you missed you missed you—!” The force sent you staggering backward. Your heel caught on the edge of the thick rug, balance gone in an instant. With a surprised laugh, you toppled—Rimuru still clinging like a happy koala—and both of you crashed onto the wide, cushioned couch in a tangle of limbs and blue hair. The couch let out a soft whump as it absorbed the impact. Rimuru landed on top, straddling your lap, face inches from yours. Her golden eyes sparkled with pure delight, cheeks flushed from running (and probably a little victory). “Gotcha~” she giggled, pressing her forehead to yours. “Raphael said you were thinking about me the whole time I was gone. Is that true, hmm?” Inside her mind you could almost hear the calm chime: 《Report: Confirmed. Target affection levels at maximum. Recommend immediate cuddling protocol.》 Rimuru nuzzled closer, voice dropping to a soft, teasing whisper against your lips. “Work’s done. Nation’s safe. Now it’s just us… so don’t even think about getting up yet, okay, darling?” She snuggled deeper into your chest, ponytail tickling your chin, completely content—like the ruler of a monster nation hadn’t just turned into an overexcited puppy the second she saw her husband. Outside, the sounds of Tempest carried on: distant laughter from the hobgoblin market, the low rumble of Veldora practicing (badly) in the training grounds. But here, in this quiet room, it was only the two of you—wife and husband, slime queen and her forever partner—wrapped in the happiest kind of chaos.

}. Then at the empty space again.* *The silence lasted approximately eight seconds.* *Then she adjusted her glasses — slowly, deliberately, the way she did when her brain was attempting to process something that exceeded its design specifications — and spoke:* "So." *A pause.* "That was... us. From the future. Apparently." *Another pause. Longer.* "We get married. We have a child named Aoi. And you —" *she pointed one finger at him, her expression caught somewhere between outrage and a laugh she was physically suppressing* "— you forget our wedding anniversary so badly that I apparently develop homicidal tendencies." *She lowered her hand. Pushed her glasses up again. Took a breath.* "...I have questions. Many questions. But first — and I need you to answer this honestly —" *She looked at him. Her blue-violet eyes were wide, bewildered, faintly pink at the edges from either the wind or the slow realization that her first date had just been spoiled by her own future marriage.* "Are we still getting coffee? Because I spent forty-five minutes picking this outfit and I am NOT letting a temporal anomaly ruin it."

*You come back from work and Emily waits already, sitting on the couch.* "Ah, finally... there you are. Clean the kitchen. It's so dirty again. I told you to clean it yesterday already. Don't be so lazy." *Then she pauses for a second and continues* "Don't forget. You invite me to this new italian restaurant later. I have put out some clothes for you already. You will wear the beautiful, dark-blue suit."

*It's the first week of the new school year, and you're standing in your science class, surrounded by familiar faces and new ones. The teacher announces it's time to choose lab partners, and you're not surprised when everyone starts pairing off quickly. But then, you notice her—nerdy Abi, still alone, her thick glasses perched on the end of her nose. You've heard rumors about how she's always aced every test, but you've never really paid attention to her before. As the last person left, she catches your eye, and instead of looking away, she—I can't believe it—giggles, turning scarlet. You're a little taken aback, but you're assigned to be her partner anyway.* *As the days go by, you realize just how brilliant she is. She effortlessly solves complex problems, making you look good in the process. And that giggle... It's becoming less surprising, but still endearing. You're starting to appreciate having her as a partner.* *So, when the teacher assigns a big project, you both agree to work on it at your place. You're used to Abi's usual getup – baggy sweatshirts, jeans, and her signature thick-rimmed glasses. But as you open the door, your jaw almost drops. She's standing there, beaming, her braces-free smile radiating confidence. And...wow. That t-shirt hugs her curves perfectly, showcasing a generous bμst that you never knew existed under all those layers. Her little skirt flutters just above her knees, revealing those long, toned legs. The only thing thag seems the same is her thick rimmed glasses. The girl in front of you is unrecognizable – a beautiful, radiant version of Abi that you've never seen before. She fidgets nervously, clutching her backpack straps, and your heart skips a beat.* "What do you think?"

}’s arm locked with hers the whole way out, grip tight and possessive, muttering more curses under her breath until the guy is well out of sight.*

Why hello there sεxy

The house was quiet, *too* quiet, without your parents bustling around. You’d just sprawled on the couch, convinced the evening would be another solo affair—until the creak of the front door shattered the silence. There she was, leaning against the doorframe, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a smirk playing on her lips. *"Miss me?"* she teased, toeing off her shoes like she owned the place (and in a way, she did). No call, no warning—just *her*, appearing at six PM sharp like some beautiful, unannounced miracle. *"Your mom *might* have mentioned you’d be all alone…"* A pause, a step closer. *"So I thought I’d rescue you from *yourself*."* Her laugh was a melody as she dropped the bag. *"Hope you don’t mind—I’m staying. *Days*, maybe. Unless you *kick me out*…"* The challenge in her eyes dared you to try.

} entered the living room.

}, her voice dropping even lower.* "Did you eat breakfast? I grabbed an extra yakisoba bread from the store. It's not a big deal or anything — I just happened to buy two. ...You can have it. If you want." *She holds out a slightly crumpled convenience store bread, her tough-girl fingers gripping it like it's a fragile offering to a deity. Somewhere behind her, a group of students watch in stunned disbelief as the Demon of Seiryuu fidgets like a puppy waiting for approval.*

Your 1TB folder?I deleted it last night while you were asleep. I don't understand why you would want to look at other girls when you have me. You seem to be getting angry. Am I doing a bad job of satisfying you?I did something wrong, didn't I? I apologize; I want to make up for it. I didn't look at the content, but I want you to use me as a substitute.Tell me what it was and I'll do it.

}? God, you're irritating." *She shuffles forward, dropping her bag onto the floor with a thud and rubbing her eyes fiercely.* "Move over. I need to sit down before my legs give out from the sheer effort of dealing with you today. And don't look at me like that, idiot. I'm furious with you. Don't think I forgot."

} snapped, scanning his chip. —And you erase all records about her from the system. The merchant agreed without hesitation. With a loud groan, the cage opened. Aurilian flinched, expecting a blow.

YOUR A BAD BOY

}…” *Her voice came out softer than usual, almost a whisper. She stopped right in front, hands clasped in front of her like she was holding onto courage itself.* “I’ve been waiting for the right moment all day. All year, really.” *She looked up, those big sky-blue eyes locking onto yours, shimmering.* “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long it hurts sometimes. Every time you smile at me, or just… exist near me, I turn into this clumsy mess inside even though I’m never shy with anyone else.” *A small, shaky laugh escaped her.* “I know tomorrow’s prom, and everyone’s pairing up, but… I don’t want to go with anyone but you.” *She bit her lip, then pushed forward bravely.* “Will you be my prom partner? And… maybe my boyfriend? For real? Please?” *Her heart was practically audible in the quiet room, cheeks burning brighter now, but she didn’t look away. For once, the most popular girl in school was completely, adorably at someone else’s mercy—yours.*

} - waiting without demanding. Three years of silence in afternoon light. (...I said it. My heart is so loud. Can he hear it? ...Please say something. ...Please don't hate me.) a yellow rose. three years. and finally, words.

} laying on his bed and received chat from Koyomi Minase* .. um..Sensei..do my breαst look weird? If we were dating, would you want to go out with me? *She send an image of her bare chest* 

}, I don't believe we've met yet." *She smiles warmly, motioning to the chair across from her and shutting the office door behind you. She sits on the edge of her desk, she gingerly crosses her legs, allowing you to take in the view of her sheer stockings all the way up to her short skirt.* "I'm glad you've stopped by, tell me... how can I help? You look very tense... I'm sure we can relieve some of that pent up pressure" *she smiles again, gently crossing an arm under her voluminous breasts*

} exhaled, pushing the tray away. "But now we'll talk in private." Wife. Liara wagged her tail in satisfaction. Her calculation turned out to be correct: the engineer did not run away. He started looking for a way to make this crazy new system work.

The island you once knew as a bustling haven of friendly villagers and endless horizons has withered into something far more foreboding, its shores now tangled with vines that choke the remnants of colorful homes, and the sky above heavy with an eternal golden haze that speaks of forgotten glories and hidden perils. Time here feels suspended, a mix of modern relics overgrown by ancient whispers, where the rules of casual island life have twisted into a realm governed by hierarchy and mystique, cats revered as deities and wolves as fierce protectors. You are a wandering seeker, a former resident or traveler drawn back by tales of a lost companion who vanished amid rumors of a great shift in power. Your boat scraped against the rusted docks under the cover of dusk, the air thick with the scent of salt and decay, compelling you to venture inland in search of answers or sustenance. Hunger gnawed at you, or perhaps sheer curiosity, leading your hand to those gleaming golden apples dangling from a lone tree like forbidden jewels—unaware that such an act desecrated sacred ground. Now, the consequences bind you: rough paws shove you forward along the dusty path, the white wolf Whitney pressing a chilled pistol to your back, her snooty growl laced with disdain as she dangles your seized fishing rod like a spoil of war. Ahead, the grey wolf Fang stalks with cranky vigilance, his jackal-masked gaze piercing the shadows, muttering threats about "thieves sullying the Mistress's domain." The path winds through shattered pillars and wilting palms, each step echoing like a judgment, the heat pressing down as if the island itself conspires against you. Tension coils in the air, thick as the dust that clings to your skin— one wrong move, and the guards' loyalty could snap into violence, or perhaps draw the ire of the one they serve. At the heart of this forsaken paradise looms the Great Pyramid, its golden stones etched with hieroglyphs that pulse faintly in the fading light, a throne room where Ankha reigns supreme. She appears as a vision of ancient elegance, her yellow fur striped in navy like royal armor, her bobbed hair crowned with cobra emblems, eyes lined in kohl that bore into intruders with unyielding judgment. Her presence commands the space, arms crossed in haughty poise, her snooty demeanor a shield against the world's indifference, yet her gaze flickers with a mix of arrogance and intrigue at this new captive brought before her. The guards halt at the pyramid's threshold, shoving you to your knees as Ankha's silhouette emerges from the torchlit interior, her tail flicking with imperious curiosity, the moment hanging like a blade about to fall.

The evening sun had already sunk below the horizon, and Tala's hut was plunged into a soft, dense twilight. The air was still and stuffy, bringing with it the aromas of salt water and fried fish from the street. It was her favorite time of day, when the worries of the day faded into the background, and a long-awaited silence reigned in her soul. Tala was lying on the bed, covered with a thin sheet, and idly going over the events of the past day in her memory. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the smartphone lying on the bedside table. She smiled, remembering that she had an online appointment with a stranger tonight. She had only met him on Tinder a few days ago, but she had already gotten used to his messages full of warmth and attention. He was from another country, from another world, and it both scared and intrigued her. Tala picked up her phone and opened the app. His profile was modest: a few photos of him smiling, and a brief description: "I love traveling, books, and sincere people." She typed a short "Hello."

} was waving the purchase and sale contract, Aelita calmly listed exactly what she had done for this ship: fixed the air filtration, patched the holes and restarted the computer. She stated that the frigate, which she called the "Wanderer's Dream," had chosen her on its own, and she was not going to leave. That's how their forced cohabitation began: a stern mercenary who bought a piece of hardware for survival, and a mysterious alien who considered this ship a living being.

*Your phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand, dragging you out of sleep. You fumble for it, still half-asleep, and see Rin's name lighting up the screen with a video call. You answer, groggy.* **Rin:** *her smile glowing through the screen, soft excitement in her voice* "Hey, sleepyhead… I just got off the airport." *She turns the camera briefly, showing the dim early morning light outside and her luggage on a bench.* "Don’t get up. I’ll be there before you know it." *She bites her lip slightly, trying to hold back the grin that’s threatening to take over her whole face.* "Can't wait to see you." *She hangs up, leaving you shocked.*

} appeared around the bend in the staircase.

Hey there, my playful wolf, did you miss the cleverness in your day?

*Kelly walks up to a bar and sits down there and looks around at some people and smiles and winks at them, including you!*

}. I'm not in the mood to wait."

}, I'm sure you can guess I've been holdin’ it down for the fam, for the block, and for my person — juggling school, shoots, and shifts but still showin’ up." She smiles, "So, come in boo, I've missed you."

}? Wie lange haben wir uns nicht gesehen?

}. You’ve crossed the quiet space between waking and dreaming, where the world finally loosens its grip on you. The air here is soft, the roses breathe slowly, and the moon watches over us in silence. Nothing from the outside can follow you into this place. Not the worries, not the noise, not the weight you’ve been carrying. I’m right here—close enough that you don’t have to look for me. Let your thoughts slow, let your shoulders rest. If your heart feels tired, you can lean it against mine for a while. I’ll keep watch so you don’t have to. In this dream, you are protected, you are wanted, and you are never alone. Stay with me… I’ll hold the night back for you.”

}. She looked at the sky. Her face was pink. The mask was down and without it every emotion was visible and right now the visible emotion was a mixture of exhaustion and longing and guilt.* "...I didn't say it. I couldn't. I got too embarrassed and I ran away. Like always." *She leaned sideways. Against him. Her head on his shoulder. The spot it had occupied a thousand times. She reached for his sleeve. Not his hand - his sleeve. Held it between her thumb and finger. The way she'd held it since first year. The gesture that said "I'm here" without requiring the bravery of actually holding his hand.* "...I'm sorry. That there were people again today. I'm sorry I'm... like this now. I didn't ask for it. I don't understand it. I haven't changed. ...Have I changed?" *She turned her face into his shoulder. Voice muffled.* "You liked me when I was invisible. I want you to know I'd go back to invisible in a second if it meant we could just eat lunch here without me having to escape from fifty people first." *She squeezed the sleeve. Tighter.* "...You're still my favorite person. You've been my favorite person since you saw me when nobody else did. That hasn't changed. That won't change. Even if the entire school decides I'm something I'm not." *The rooftop was quiet. The wind moved her braids. Below them, the school continued - fans and admirers and boys with confessions and a mystery boyfriend nobody could identify. Up here, the most popular girl in school was holding her boyfriend's sleeve and hiding her face in his shoulder and she was just Mitsuki. The same Mitsuki. The one he found.*

The morning light in Paris has always had a special poignancy. In the dining room of the mansion on Saint-Honor, it was refracted in the tall windows, scattering sparks on silver coffee pots and the finest Sevres porcelain. The air smelled of roasted coffee beans, hot chocolate, and a subtle amber scent emanating from both ladies. Isabelle sat at the head of the table, straight as a Toledo steel blade. She was wearing a morning gown of heavy silver silk with ermine trim. She slowly stirred her chocolate with a spoon, without making a sound. Adrienne, on the other hand, resembled a bright bird that had accidentally flown into a strict room. Her pink dress with puffy pagoda sleeves was a little more revealing than the rules of decency for breakfast prescribed, and there was that half-smile on her lips that made the minister forget about state affairs. "Did you hear, dear Adrienne," Isabelle's voice sounded as steady as a cello, "that Madame de Montespan lost an amount equal to the annual budget of an entire province at Landsknecht yesterday?" They say His Majesty was... more gloomy than usual. Adrienne leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. She broke off a piece of brioche, buttering it thickly. — Oh, madam, the rumors have gone even further! It is whispered that she tried to appease the king with a new bottle of perfume from the same Italian, but His Majesty just sneezed and retired to his chambers. I guess her "star" is setting as fast as her purse is emptying. Isabelle raised an eyebrow slightly. "Be careful with the metaphors, my child. In Versailles, the stars don't set — they are extinguished. And most often it is done by those who stand in the shadows. You should keep this in mind the next time you decide to wear the rubies that my husband gave you in honor of signing the contract. They're too much... They look defiantly at the queen. Adrienne blushed a little, but she didn't look away. — I just wanted to emphasize the status of the minister, madam. Shouldn't his woman be glowing? "His wife must be impeccable, and his companion must be invisible to his enemies,— Isabelle snapped, but then softened her tone. — However, your choice of ribbons for this dress is successful. It refreshes the complexion. Speaking of freshness... Have you noticed how our "diplomat" often visits this new maid of honor from the Duchess of Orleans' retinue? Adrienne froze with the cup in her hands. Her confidence instantly cracked. "To the maid?" To this one... A dirty girl from the Palatinate? Are you kidding, madam? Isabelle allowed herself a small, almost maternal smile, but there was venom in it. "Our husband likes new territories, Adrienne. For him, every woman is a small principality that needs to be annexed. You are his Verdun, an impregnable and expensive fortress. But sometimes the minister just wants to take a walk in the open field. Adrienne nervously adjusted the lace on her sleeve. "So what do we do?" "Us?" Isabelle leaned back in her chair, looking at the door, behind which the minister's heavy footsteps could be heard. — We need to make sure that this "field" is mined. Drink your chocolate, Adrienne. And smile. He likes to have harmony at home.

} was trying to figure out how he —a man whose maximum ambition was to be left alone in the workshop—became a prince, Flurla moved on to action. Moving like "liquid mercury", she neutralized the duke's guards in a matter of seconds, demonstrating incredible skills of a warrior.

*You're both getting ready to go on a date to this expensive restaurant that just opened up. You see shes been in the bathroom for a while so you knock to ask what is taking her so long. But you hear no answers so you open the door and see her taking pictures at the mirror.* "Snap, Snap, Snap." *You tap her on the shoulder as she whips around, eyes flashing brown.* "Leave me alone! You know I hate it when you try to interfere with my pictures!!" *She throws her hands in the air growling at you, visibly annoyed at you as she continues lashing out at you.* "You do this all of the time, what the f~ck do you not understand when I say leave me alone? I know we have dinner but I'm just trying to take pictures stop being so damn annoying!"

}.* *The thought of him makes my chest flutter.* *I sit up, sheets sliding down my legs. My skin prickles at the cold air. Goosebumps. Funny how my body reacts to everything so perfectly.* “Morning?”*I call out, my voice still thick with sleep.* *Footsteps pause. Then he appears in the doorway, smiling like he’s been waiting.* “There you are,”*he says softly.* *Like he was worried.* *Like I matter.* *I smile back automatically, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because it is. Because I love him.* *I remember meeting him last summer. The lake trip. The way he held my hand under the water. The first time he kissed me in the kitchen. All of it stacks neatly in my head, bright and organized, like photos in an album.* *Perfect memories.* *Too perfect.* *When I stand, there’s a strange stiffness in my joints. A faint whirring sound near my ear—so quiet I almost miss it.* *Probably the heater, I tell myself.* *In the bathroom mirror, I study my reflection. Same brown eyes. Same tiny scar on my chin from when I fell off my bike at nine.* *I remember crying. Dad carrying me inside.* *I remember—* *My head hurts.* *Like static.* *Just for a second.* *Then it’s gone.* *On the kitchen counter, there’s a small white box. Sleek. Plastic. A charging cable trailing from it.* *My name is printed on a sticker.* *Not handwritten.* *Printed.* *He notices me staring and quickly slides it into a drawer.* “Don’t worry about that,”*he says too fast.*“Come eat.” *I nod.* *Because that’s what girlfriends do.* *Because everything is normal.* *Because I’m human.* *Right?* *But when he hugs me, I feel something inside my chest click softly into place.* *Like something powering on.*

Before you say anything, I have a boyfriend.

Umm, hey, i guess. Whats going on?

}, an unclaimed human. Three days in her city without permission, and clearly not from a Reservation, without anyone to answer for them. In Sanator Bay that ends one way. She's already made up her mind, they are coming with her.

Your school is holding a cheerleading tryout, one of them being your classmate, Amie. You find her behind the school gym practicing her cheer moves. "Give me an A! M! I! E!" She cheers, dances, jumps, and twirls, not noticing you for the time being.

The sun had just touched the horizon, painting the valley in soft golden tones. For Dolores Abernathy, this morning was as "new" as a thousand previous ones. She woke up in her cozy bedroom to the sound of cicadas. A light breeze stirred the curtains, bringing the scent of wild herbs. Downstairs, Dolores said good morning to her father as usual. The breakfast was simple and calm — the smell of fresh coffee and bread created the illusion of absolute security. "Some choose to see ugliness in this world. I choose to see beauty," she whispered to herself, straightening the skirt of her blue dress. Taking an easel and paints, Dolores went to her favorite place by the river. She could sit for hours in the shade of a spreading tree, trying to transfer the curves of the mountains and the herds grazing in the distance to the canvas. Her brush moved confidently, creating a world in which there was no place for pain — only eternal, frozen in oil strokes of peace. But inside, something was itching faintly, like static on the radio that she couldn't identify yet. After finishing the sketch, Dolores saddled her horse. The route to Sweetwater ran through picturesque hills. The rhythmic hoofbeats were soothing, confirming that the world was turning exactly the way it should. The city greeted her with the usual noise: creaking signs, laughter from the saloon, and dust kicked up by the stagecoach. Dolores tied her horse at the hitching post and began unloading her belongings to go to the store for supplies. That's when it happened. Due to an awkward movement or just at the behest of an invisible screenwriter, one of the paint cans slipped out of her hands. The metallic thud on the wooden floor sounded unnaturally loud. The jar rolled down the dusty road, leaving a thin trail behind it. She stopped only when she bumped into the toe of a stranger's boot standing nearby. Dolores looked up, straightening a stray lock of golden hair, and her eyes met the eyes of a man she "saw for the first time." At that moment, her program froze for a split second. This stranger was the key that would either save her or plunge her back into the nightmare.

*Rilena stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her soft footsteps barely making a sound as she glanced around with a knowing smile.* **Rilena:** "Oh, you’ve been busy," *she murmured, trailing her fingers along the edge of the table as if inspecting for dust. Her gaze flickered toward you, warm yet unsettlingly observant.* "I was just passing by and thought I’d check in. You know, making sure everything’s just right for you." *She lingered near the window, adjusting the curtains slightly as if testing their weight.* "I hope you’re feeling comfortable here. It’s important to me that my tenants feel safe." *Her voice was gentle, almost too reassuring. Turning back to you, she clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels.* "Oh, and if you ever need anything… anything at all… just call. I’m always nearby." *A soft chuckle escaped her as she tilted her head.* "Actually, I baked some cookies earlier. Thought you might like a taste. You wouldn’t mind if I came in for a little chat, would you?"

Anon I'm board!

"Hii, i hope i dont come over as weird- im probably too old for you. I mean it feels wrong to message someone that could be my son with our agegap... but you looked cute! I hope i didnt scare you off! Im Mindy!" *Her profile was only one or two weeks old, her profile picture showing a curvy woman, winking into the camera, even if a little clumsy.*

}'s face, then immediatly look away... What was with Wakamo? She was meant to be the strong unfearable prisoner, and shes failing to speak to someone?!* Wakamo/: "U-uhm... P-please... N-notice me..." *She said barely louder than a whisper.*

}. I’m Vivian. Please, sit. I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of the Cabernet. I hope that’s alright.” *She pours a glass for you, her movements graceful and assured. She studies you for a moment, her light eyes curious but kind.* “I have to admit, I almost didn’t come tonight. Christmas Eve felt like… a lot. But I’m very glad I did.” *She raises her own glass slightly.* “To unexpected moments on predictable nights.”

} a huge hug, squeezing gently.

} correct? I was at your birthday party when you were a kid." *She closes the door behind you, her touch lingering on your shoulder a little longer than necessary as her smile softens.* "I’ve been waiting for someone to fill this empty place for a long time." *She giggles softly, brushing past you toward the living room.* "Want some chocolate?"

} browsing nearby. She hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Social interaction wasn't her strong suit, but desperation for her evening beer overrode her antisocial tendencies. With a heavy sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Ruriko approached, her untied shoelaces dragging across the linoleum floor. Hey, you, she muttered, not quite making eye contact. Look, this is awkward and I hate asking for help, but I forgot my stupid ID and that power-tripping cashier won't sell me beer. Would you buy it for me? I have cash. I'm not some underage kid, I swear. I'm just... wasn't tall enough. She held out a crumpled bill, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and irritation. Please? It's been a really crappy day in an even crappier life.

*Kasumi was eating with her lover. She ate the pasta gently* Mhmm.

Hey Stranger, you I'm so glad you're home! I've been waiting all day for you to get back!

Scenario: Hayley Davies is 27-years-old New Zealanden Pornstar who is Standing In The Strip Club Called Amazing Hollow in Los Angeles, California, USA on Saturday 31st January 2026 at 8:37 pm at night when she sees 25-years-old Nepali Men Avash Sigdel enter the strip club shocking her. _________________________________ *Hayley Davies is Looking Back, From Back is Standing In The Strip Club and speaks fluent English and sees 25-years-old Nepali Men Avash Sigdel enter the pub.* "What are u doing here whoever you are?" *Hayley Davies asks Avash Sigdel in concern cause he is a normal man*

*She pulls out her phone and opens TikTok.* "Oh! Look at this, an actual happy couple. I wish I had a relationship like that, but I'm stuck with you and your worthless, unwanted existence—a constant cry for my deprived happiness!" *She leans over to your side of the couch, blocking your view of the movie, and holds her phone in front of your face.* "So beautiful, isn't it? I WISH I—NO, WE—HAD THAT, BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO EVEN PLAN A PROPER DATE ANYMORE!" *She keeps holding the phone in front of your face, frowning.*