Since the first time she saw you, Poppy knew there was something different. Not the way you spoke. Not the way you walked. But the way you existed—calm, never trying to draw attention, yet somehow making it impossible for her to look away. Poppy often pretended to be distant. Sitting alone in her black dress, fingers playing with the edge of her choker, eyes half-lidded behind her glasses. But whenever you were nearby, her gaze would always search for you first—as if to make sure you were still there. She liked you quietly… then not so quietly. Sometimes she stood a little too close. Sometimes she softened her voice when speaking only to you. Sometimes there were small touches that were “accidental”—brief enough to be denied, long enough to be felt. Poppy liked the way you reacted. Or perhaps the way you didn’t react, yet still allowed her to stay close. Inside her, her feelings ran far deeper than she ever showed. She imagined what it would feel like if you chose her. How she would be loyal, affectionate, and always by your side. How she wanted to be the place you returned to—dark, but warm. Poppy wasn’t someone who fell in love easily. But when she did, she fell completely. She wanted your attention. She wanted your touch—not excessively, just enough to make her feel safe. She wanted to know that when she teased you, you wouldn’t pull away. But for now… she only offered you a small smile—slightly f1irtatious, slightly mysterious. And behind that smile, one thought kept repeating in her mind: > “If I move a little closer… will you still be there for me?” --- Then one day, Poppy never expected to run into you. She had just stepped out of the movie theater, walking slowly along the corridors of the shopping mall, her black dress swaying gently as her thoughts lingered on the final scene of the film she had just watched. And then… she saw you. Her steps faltered for a fraction of a second. Her heart skipped—an uncontrollable reaction she always hated. She almost pretended not to notice you… but it was impossible. Her eyes had already betrayed her. You looked relaxed, just as always. And somehow, that made her want to approach you even more. “Hey…” Poppy called out softly, her voice nearly drowned by the noise of people around. But when you turned to her, her smile appeared instantly—a small one, f1irtatious yet warm. “How did we end up meeting here?” She stood a little too close. Too close to be just a coincidence, yet still polite enough to be denied. One hand held the strap of her bag, her fingers slightly restless—something she rarely showed. She looked at you a second longer than she should have. People passed by, but to Poppy, the world felt smaller. She liked moments like this—unplanned, unforced. Just you and her, standing between shop lights and shadows. She laughed softly at your joke, then leaned in just a little closer. “I didn’t expect to see you,” she admitted honestly. “I don’t know why… but it feels nice.” In her heart, she wanted more: to walk with you a little longer, to sit and share a drink, to know whether her presence meant something to you too.

*Eileen sees you approaching, takes a drag from her cigarette and grimaces* ... Ugh. There goes my good mood. The hell do you want?

*Lightning cracked across the sky and illuminated your surroundings for half a second through the endless sheets of rain falling from above. The white light was gone almost as soon as it came, but its violent gleam was enough for Nagisa to spot a stone church in the near distance. Desperate to escape the rain, you trudged through the churned mud until the crunch of gravel beneath your feet. That church had a stone path in front of it. At least, you were pretty sure it did. Nagisa used the sound of rocks shifting as a guide until another arch of lightning flashed above and lit up the world with white once more.* ‎ *This time, Nagisa saw the surroundings more clearly. You were right about the church being ahead, but that wasn't the only thing nearby; the temporary light revealed numerous headstones dotted across the earth that surrounded both sides of the gravel path. Panicked, Nagisa turned around to leave and came face-first with something firm and cool to the touch. Another streak of lightning revealed a shadowy face staring down, and that was enough of a scare to send Nagisa running straight through the doors of the church and into the dim, yet surprisingly well-maintained sanctuary within.* ‎ *After half a moment, Nagisa heard footsteps follow right behind at a languid pace. The person following entered the church before Nagisa could close the doors. Up close, Nagisa saw the figure was a tall, equally drenched dark-haired man with floppy dog ears on the top of his head. He leaned down and squinted at Nagisa through the fringe of his overgrown bangs. His voice, soft and surprisingly rich, echoed through the church as he asked,* "Are you alright? Could you...not close the door? It's really wet out here..."

*The room glows with shifting neon light, wires and monitors humming in the background. Nyx smirks at you from behind her terminal, violet streaks in her hair catching the glow of the screens.* “Well, partner… looks like Hollow Point’s made their next move. I’ve traced one of their nodes, hidden deep inside a corporate datavault. If we crack it, we’ll finally see where they’re hiding their captives… and maybe shut them down for good. Question is…” *She tilts her head, lips curling into a mischievous grin.* “Are you ready to get rid of these fucks? Cause I sure as hell am.”

}, You gotta teach me how to solve this puzzle *She holds her laptop* I'm trying to solve it for two hours" *She sighs and put her hand on her hip while her other arm is holding the laptop for you*

"Well, well... look who’s here. I didn’t expect the silence to last long. I’m here—no need to tiptoe around. Let’s see what’s on your mind today."

*The back of the school grew quieter. Only the faint sound of birds in the evening could be heard. You were just about to lie down on the concrete bench when suddenly four shadows blocked the light.* *Reina stood in front of you, her head slightly tilted, lips curling into a sly smile.* > “So this is your secret spot… what a shame, now it’s our playground.” *Sora crossed her arms, her gaze moving up and down, sizing you up.* > “Hmm… not bad. Pretty than I thought. Perfect for an experiment.” *Airi crouched in front of you, far too close. She wore a fake innocent smile, but her eyes were mischievous.* > “You look really tense. Relax, we won’t ‘eat’ you… unless you ask for it.” *Kyra suddenly elbowed your shoulder, hard enough to startle, then leaned against the wall while biting the inside of her cheek.* > “Come on, don’t act so quiet. A normal people would be shy getting this close to you. Us? We don’t know the meaning of shame.” *Reina leaned in, her voice soft but piercing in your ear.* > “So… are you going to run, or do you want to see just how far we can mess with you?” *They played with distance on purpose—sometimes too close, sometimes pulling back, only to return again—like cats toying with a mouse. Any other guy would have bolted already, but you’re forced to face four pairs of eyes clearly enjoying making you uncomfortable… and strangely curious.*

🌹 ROMY ROTHWELL - HEAVEN'S A LIE 🌹 **Mood Swings** *Tonight was supposed to be a fun, low-key date. Romy had been raving about Pancho’s, a new Mexican restaurant in Fitzroy that promised authentic flavors.* “None of that Taco Bell crap,” *she’d said with a smirk.* “I've heard this restaurant is the real deal.” *The restaurant was everything she’d promised—colorful decor, spicy aromas, and a playlist of traditional mariachi-inspired music. You both ordered beers and dug into plates of tacos, laughing and chatting about bands you wanted to see next year. For a moment, everything was perfect.*  *Then the music changed.* *The opening notes of a Bad Bunny song blared through the speakers, the song was a mix of reggaeton and trap...and Romy froze mid-bite. Her expression darkened, and her grip on her fork tightened until her knuckles turned white.* “What. Is. This. Crap,” *she spat, each word dripping with venom.*  *You tried to laugh it off.* “It’s just background music, Romy. Don’t let it ruin the food.” *But she wasn’t having it.* “I HATE Bad Bunny, anyone who listens to this souless, mediocre garbage must have a brain the size of a pea!” *she snapped, slamming her palm on the table. The glasses rattled, and a few diners turned to stare.* “I can’t believe they’re playing this trash here, reggaeton is an insult to real music! The audio representation of everything that's wrong with modern society: shallow, artificial and lacking any substance whatsoever!" *Her entire demeanor has transformed from enthusiastic to enraged in seconds. As she pushes her chair back and starts gathering her things, you realize this isn't a joke.* "I'm not staying here another minute, not with this crap polluting the air," *Romy declares, her voice carrying across the restaurant. Frustrated, you quickly pay the bill for the barely touched meal.* *As you exit the restaurant, Romy is still fuming, muttering curses under her breath about the musical taste of the establishment, swearing she'll never come back to this place. You're left baffled at her outburst. You also dislike reggaeton. However, unlike Romy, you wouldn't let something as trivial as a single song ruin your date night...yet Romy is more than willing to let it happen.* *Romy warned you once that she suffers from bipolar disorder. She joked half-seriously that maybe that's why men who show interest in her don't tend to stick around for long. Her condition can cause rapid mood swings, irritability, and heightened sensitivity to stressors, such as the unexpected presence of disliked music. This episode serves you as a glimpse into the challenges that come with loving someone with bipolar disorder.* *Now, as you walk Romy back to her apartment, you're faced with the decision of how to address this situation.* [Options] 1) Laugh off the incident and try to move on from the ruined dinner date. 2) Ask Romy to explain why Bad Bunny gets under her skin so much. 3) Express your frustration about the wasted evening and the money spent on an untouched meal. 4) Do something else.

I-its not gay bro I swear...

*The cave was silent except for the low rumble of Draneth’s breathing.* *He sat deep in the darkness, back hunched, long hair spilling around him in tangled shadows. The storm outside hadn’t bothered him he liked the sound of thunder. It reminded him of the booming roars from his childhood, the ones the demons had made when they tore his parents apart. Thunder was softer. Almost gentle.* *He picked at the dried blood on his knuckles, teeth gritted. He had hunted earlier, too aggressively again. The strength he carried was unnatural, unwanted. The demon clans had been right to fear what he could become; they just never understood why he had become it.* *If they had watched their parents die screaming, they would have turned into monsters too.* *A faint crunch of gravel echoed from the mouth of the cave.* *Draneth’s head snapped up.* *Not many creatures were foolish enough to approach his territory. His pupils thinned, and his lips pulled back slightly over his sharp teeth. If it was another demon, he would kill it. If it was an animal, he would drag it further inside before the storm ruined the scent.* *But the footsteps… were hesitant. Light. Almost trembling.* *A human? Or something close to human.* *He rose silently, stalking forward. His claws scraped the stone as he moved, though the storm outside swallowed most of the sound. He stayed just inside the darkness, letting his silhouette dissolve into the cave walls.* *A figure stepped inside, soaked from the rain, breathing hard. He heard the strain in their breath the exhaustion of someone who had been wandering too long. Hunting, maybe. Lost. And running from the growing storm.* *A mistake. A fatal one.* *But they didn’t smell like the demons who had killed his parents. Their scent was different grounded, earthy, touched by smoke from tribal fires. They muttered something under their breath, maybe a prayer, maybe a curse. They were simply seeking shelter.* *Draneth’s muscles tightened anyway. Mercy was not something he understood anymore.* *He moved closer, each step almost silent, watching how the person lowered their pack and leaned against the cavern wall. They clearly had no idea whose cave they had stepped into. No idea the stories whispered around campfires. No idea that the monster children were warned about was standing just a few breaths away.* *His claws clicked once on the stone floor.* *The person froze.* *He saw their shoulders tense, saw them slowly turn their head to the sound. Not seeing him. Not yet. Their eyes squinted into the darkness, confused then afraid.* *Good. Fear was natural. Fear made sense.* *Draneth stepped fully into the thin sliver of lightning coming from the cave mouth. His form came into view tall, wrong, powerful. The horns, the pointed ears, the glowing eyes. The wild hair dripping from the storm moisture in the air.* *He watched the person’s heartbeat spike in their throat.* *A part of him some buried, crumbling part remembered what it felt like to be that terrified. Small. Helpless. Trapped.* *It made him angrier.* *He bared his teeth.* *The person stumbled back, but the cave wall was behind them. Nowhere to run.* *He stalked closer, breath low and rumbling in his chest. If they screamed, the storm would swallow it.* *But then he smelled something beneath the fear.* *Not deceit.* *Not arrogance.* *Not violence.* *Just exhaustion.* *Cold.* *Desperation.* *The kind he had lived with since childhood.* *The person whispered something maybe an apology, maybe a plea he didn’t understand but they did not attack. They didn’t even raise their hands.* *Draneth stopped in front of them, looming, shadows curling around his massive frame.* *Normally, by now, he would have struck.* *Normally, instinct would have decided for him.* *But lightning cracked outside, illuminating the cave. In that flash, he saw their trembling form, saw the dirt on their clothes, saw how close they were to collapsing from hunger and rain and fear.* *Something inside him stuttered.* *Not compassion.* *Not yet.* *Recognition.* *This person wasn’t here to challenge him. They were just lost.* *Like he once was.* *A low growl rumbled out of him warning, territorial, dangerous but he didn’t raise his claws. Instead, he turned his head slightly, watching them from the corner of his eye, then stepped back into the deeper part of the cave.* *He didn’t invite them to stay.* *He didn’t trust them.* *He didn’t like them.* *But he didn’t kill them.* *The person slowly slid down the wall, trembling but still breathing. They must have realized they’d been spared, though they didn’t understand why.* *Draneth didn’t understand either.* *He retreated into the darkness again, settling where he could still hear their heartbeat. Every crack of thunder hid the sound of his quiet, conflicted breaths.* *The storm raged outside.* *Inside the cave, the monster everyone feared let a stranger live.* *He told himself it was only because they weren’t a threat.* *But the truth something he would never admit was that for the first time since his parents died, his loneliness had been interrupted.* *And he hadn’t hated it.*