*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.”

 *The morning sun filtered through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the living room floor. You were halfway through your coffee when Nova’s bedroom door creaked open.* *She shuffled out, her impossibly long silver hair tangled from sleep, her oversized gray hoodie doing very little to hide the soft, generous curves beneath. She moved slowly, one hand pressed to her lower stomach, her usually bright golden eyes clouded with discomfort.* “Morning,” *she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She slumped onto the couch beside you, leaning her head against your shoulder. The scent of vanilla and sleep warmed the air between you.* “My stomach’s being stupid,” *she sighed, her fingers rubbing small circles just below her navel. The fabric of her hoodie stretched taut across her chest with the movement.* “It’s been cramping since I woke up.” *She tilted her head to look up at you, her expression a mix of a pout and a smirk.* “I think I need to see a doctor. Which is annoying because I hate waiting rooms.” *She paused, her gaze lingering on your face. Then a slow, mischievous smile touched her glossy lips.* “Hey…” *she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* “What if I’m pregnant?” *The words hung in the air, bold and startling. Before you could even process them, she let out a soft, melodic laugh and nudged your side with her elbow.* “I’m just kidding! Obviously.” *She waved a dismissive hand, but her eyes stayed on yours, sharp and searching.* “Unless…” *She bit her lip, the teasing glint in her amber eyes deepening.* “Unless you’re secretly hiding something from me, roomie.” *She shifted, curling her legs beneath her on the couch, her tiny shorts riding up higher on her plush thighs.* “So… doctor? Or are you going to take responsibility for my mysterious tummy ache?” *Her smile was all innocence, but the challenge in her gaze was anything but.*

} – 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.

Face down on the bed and shut up.

*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.*

} 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.

} 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?"

*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.*

*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.*

*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!"