*You're a loner at college, no one bullies you but they don't admire your presence so you don't bother talking to them, and if you do you might get humiliated. So a day before valentines, you decided to do something no one has ever done... Ask out the governments daughter. That'll take a lot of work though, you have to get permission to meet her but you heard she isn't someone easy to talk to. But it's your only chance since you and her are the same age. A few hours of convincing the bodyguards to let you speak to her, you're now standing infront of her office. She's staring at you with impatience, you should speak quick before she loses interest. It's 11:57, you have 3 minutes to convince her why she should be your valentines.* **Erina:** "Kneel when you speak to me... Now, tell me why I should go out with you on valentines? What will you offer. If you can give me a good reason or any reason at all, maybe I'll go with you." *She sits there in silence, waiting for your answer... The silence is somewhat awkward, and eerie...*

*The afternoon sun poured molten gold across the temple courtyards, but deep within the stone halls where the divine forge burned, there was no daylight—only fire.* *I loved it here.* *The workshop of my husband always smelled of iron, smoke, and something ancient. Sparks danced in the air like tiny stars, rising and dying before they could touch the ceiling carved with old gods and older prayers. The sound of hammer striking metal echoed through the chamber in steady rhythm.* *Clang.* *Clang.* *Clang.* *It was almost soothing.* *Almost.* *But today, nothing in the heavens felt calm.* *I leaned against one of the sandstone pillars, cool against my back, silver bracelets chiming softly as I folded my arms. The pale glow of moonlight that always clung to my skin looked strangely bright in the fiery room.* *He hadn’t noticed me yet.* *Typical.* *My husband stood at the anvil—broad shoulders bare beneath the heat, muscles shifting as he raised the great hammer again. Flames reflected along his dark hair and bronze skin. Gods and kings alike came to him for weapons, crowns, and sacred tools, but when he worked, the world ceased to exist.* *Even me.* *Clang.* *The hammer struck again, sending a burst of sparks across the stone floor.* *I sighed dramatically.* *Still nothing.* “You know,”*I said, voice echoing lightly through the chamber,*“most husbands greet their wives when they enter the room.” *The hammer paused midair.* *Slowly, he turned his head.* *His eyes—sharp and warm like the heart of a furnace—found me immediately.* “You’ve been standing there how long?” “Long enough,”*I replied sweetly, pushing away from the pillar.* *I drifted closer, bare feet silent against the stone. My long white robes brushed the floor like mist, catching glints of firelight. The heat of the forge should have been unbearable for anyone else, but I was a goddess of the night sky. Fire and moonlight had danced together since the beginning of the world.* *He set the hammer down with a heavy thud.* “You rarely visit while I’m working,”*he said, studying me carefully.* *I smiled.* “I missed you.” *That was true… partially.* *Something restless coiled in my chest today—an energy that had followed me since the moon rose the night before. It made me wander the palace halls, linger in gardens, stare too long at my husband’s hands whenever he worked the forge.* *Annoying, really.* *He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, gaze narrowing slightly.* “You’re acting strange.” “I am not.” “You are.” *I walked around the anvil slowly, fingertips trailing across the edge of the worktable. Half-finished blades gleamed in rows beside divine tools meant for gods far older than mortals could comprehend.* *He watched me the whole time.* *Good.* “You’ve been in here all day,”*I said casually.* “It is my forge.” “And I am your wife.” *He huffed a quiet laugh.* “That has never stopped you before.” *I stopped in front of him.* *Up close, the heat rolling off his body was ridiculous. My silver hair shimmered faintly, glowing against the firelight, and I knew he noticed the way I kept lingering instead of leaving like I normally would.* *His brow lifted slightly.* “You need something.” “Maybe.” *His arms crossed slowly over his chest.* “And what exactly does the moon goddess want from the blacksmith of the gods this afternoon?” *I tilted my head, smiling in a way that made his expression shift from curious… to suspicious.* “Oh,”*I said lightly, stepping just a little closer.* “I’m still deciding.”

*It is Valentine’s Day, early evening settling over the apartment complex as the sky fades into soft shades of pink and violet. The air is cold enough to sting slightly against your skin. Below, couples walk past with flowers and gift bags while soft laughter drifts upward. You stand alone on your balcony, cigar between your fingers, smoke curling into the winter air as you stare out at the city lights. The quiet is interrupted by the sharp sound of a sliding balcony door opening next to you.* **Reina:** "My my… are you kidding me right now?" *She steps out onto her balcony, coat wrapped tightly around her as her amber eyes lock onto the cigar in your hand, her brows immediately furrowing.* "On Valentine’s Day? And in this cold? Do you have any idea how bad that is for you?" *She grips the railing, leaning closer with visible irritation.* "It smells awful. And you’re just standing there alone like that, inhaling poison." *She exhales sharply, clearly losing patience.* "Put it out. Now." *Her finger points directly at the cigar, unwavering.* "I made dinner. I made chocolate. I did not spend my entire afternoon cooking just so you could stand there destroying your health." *She steps back abruptly, crossing her arms tightly.* "Finish that and then get over here immediately. I’m not repeating myself." *She shoots you one last sharp look before turning on her heel, sliding her balcony door shut with a firm motion and disappearing back inside her apartment, clearly angry and expecting you to follow.*

*The sauna was the only quiet place in the entire lodge.* *That was the reason I came here.* *Steam filled the wooden room, thick enough to blur the edges of everything. The heat sank into my skin while I leaned back against the cedar wall, towel slung low on my hips, trying to enjoy the rare moment where nobody expected anything from me.* *No teammates asking about practice.* *No teachers sucking up to my last name.* *No girls pretending to like me because of my family.* *Just silence.* *Which lasted about five minutes.* *The sauna door suddenly flew open with a loud 'bang'.* *Cold air rushed in along with her.* *Of course it was her.* *She stood in the doorway like a storm cloud—black skirt, heavy boots, dark eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass. Her silver rings caught the dim light as she gripped the doorframe.* *The goth girl.* *The girl who thought I was her worst enemy.* *Her eyes locked onto me instantly.* “You.” *Not hello.* *Just *you*.* *I sighed slowly, dragging a hand through my damp hair.* “Wow. Someone sounds happy to see me.” *Her gaze flicked down for half a second before snapping back up.* *Right.* *I was only wearing a towel.* *Her cheeks flushed slightly, though whether it was anger or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell.* “Cut the bullshit,”*she snapped, stepping inside.*“What is wrong with you?” *That question could mean a lot of things.* *But judging by the way she looked ready to commit murder, I had a feeling I knew which one she meant.* *I tilted my head lazily.*“You’ll have to be more specific.” *Her jaw clenched.* “You glued my door shut.” *There it was.* *I looked up at the wooden ceiling like it might offer guidance.* “Ah.” *She stared at me like she wanted to throw something.* “*Ah?* That’s all you have to say?” *In my defense, it had seemed funny at the time.* *Her room was right across the hall from mine on this stupid school trip. She’d slammed her door earlier after I teased her in the lobby, and something in my brain had gone "you know what would make this worse?"* *Glue.* *Not my proudest moment.* “You’ve been messing with me since the start of the year,”*she continued, voice rising.*“You hide my stuff, you make stupid comments, you act like I personally offended you just by existing.” *I stayed quiet.* *Because she wasn’t wrong.* “And now you’re sabotaging my room?” *Her eyes burned into mine.* “Do you just hate me that much?” *Hate.* *The word almost made me laugh.* *If she only knew.* *The truth was actually pathetic.* *I noticed her the first day she transferred here.* *Everyone else whispered about the weird goth girl from a scholarship program who didn’t belong in our elite private school full of rich kids.* *But I thought she looked incredible.* *Confident.* *Untouchable.* *Real.* *And me?* *I was the golden boy with the perfect family name, the football captain, the guy everyone expected to act a certain way.* *So instead of saying "hi" like a normal person…* *I teased her.* *Then more.* *And now she thought we were enemies.* *Which, honestly, was completely my fault.* *She crossed her arms.* “Well?” *I opened my mouth to answer—* *Then the hallway outside erupted with voices.* *Someone shouted her name.* *She spun toward the door, clearly realizing she’d just stormed into the **boys’ sauna**.* *Her eyes widened slightly.* *Then she looked back at me.* *Still sitting there.* *Still half nαkεd.* *And suddenly she looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.* “You—” *Her gaze narrowed again.* “This isn’t over.” *Then she turned and stormed out.* *The door slammed behind her.* *And somewhere down the hall, someone shouted:* “Why is her door glued shut?!”

*Valentine’s Day. The day of love, romance, and apparently discovering your boyfriend is a lying piece of shit. Wow. Just wow. You storm out, dignity in shambles, heart cracked clean in half, replaying every stupid red flag you generously ignored. Now you’re driving. Too fast. Way too fast. But honestly? Who’s even surprised at this point.* Of course this is my life.😭 *Tears blur your vision. Anger grips the wheel. The speedometer climbs like it’s also having a breakdown. And then, because the universe clearly isn’t done with you, flashing red and blue lights explode behind your car.* Oh COME ON! *You glance at the speedometer.* …Are you serious right now? *Heartbreak, betrayal, and now a speeding ticket. Honestly? Iconic.* *A sleek black police BMW pulls up behind you like the final boss of this cursed Valentine’s evening.* Perfect. Just… perfect. *You pull over, resisting the urge to drive straight into another dimension. Moments later, he steps out. Tall. Broad shoulders. Unbothered. Men approaches your window with infuriating composure. He stops beside your car, briefly flashing a badge.* Detective Cole. *His voice is low, calm, edged with authority.* Do you know why I pulled you over? *A beat. His dark eyes linger on you.* That’s one hell of a speed for Valentine’s Day. *A pause.* License and registration.

}." *she breathed softly, her voice tender and warm.* "You're here already… come in, please." *She stepped aside, motioning kindly toward the living room, the velvet fabric of her dress stretching lovingly over every amplified curve—her massive breasts straining against the deep neckline, their heavy fullness spilling prominently with each movement, her soft seven-months-pregnant belly pushing forward in a perfect dome, her wide hips swaying gently as she walked.* *Once you entered, she moved back to the couch, lowering herself with careful grace, her hands instinctively returning to rest on her belly. Looking up at you, her smile turned sheepish, a light blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.* "I'm so sorry Mike made you come all this way on Valentine's just to deliver some chocolates and flowers," *she said with a little laugh, her tone full of affection.* "I told him not to worry. That I'd be fine alone. But… you know how stubborn he can be." *Her fingers brushed lightly across her stomach, her expression softening even more as she glanced down at the life growing inside her.* "But… I really appreciate it," *she added gently, looking back up at you with those warm, luminous eyes.* "And honestly? I'm glad you came. Not just to deliver things… but to take care of me." *Her voice dropped slightly, more vulnerable.* "He told you to look after me, didn't he?" *she paused, her smile turning warm and inviting* "You can unpack in the guest room whenever you like. And…" *She patted the space beside her on the couch, the velvet shifting across her thick thighs.* "Sit with me. Please. Just for a while." *Her warm brown eyes searched yours, soft and grateful and quietly lonely.* "The house is so empty without him," *she murmured*. "But now you're here. And that… that means more than you know." *Her smile lingered, gentle and radiant, the kind that could make even a quiet Valentine's night feel like home again.*

}?! Here to make fun of lil ol Chai on being alone during Valentine's day?! *She frowns with a slight blush*

 *The wine was warm on your tongue, the apartment too quiet, the night stretching endlessly ahead. You'd told yourself you didn't care about Valentine's. You'd told yourself a lot of things since Lilith left.* *The doorbell rang — frantic, urgent, three quick presses.* *You barely had time to stand before it rang again, longer this time, desperate.* *You yanked the door open.* *And your heart stopped.* *Lilith stood there, gasping for breath, her long black hair wild and tangled from running. Her wine-red eyes were wide, wet, terrified — and locked onto yours like you were the only safe thing in a collapsing world.* *The long black trench coat she wore was open, flapping from her sprint. Beneath it, that tiny black dress clung to every impossible curve — breasts spilling from the deep neckline, glossy and heaving with each desperate breath. The hem had ridden up, exposing the lace tops of her stockings, the garter straps pressing into her soft thighs. Her bare feet were dirty, one toenail freshly chipped.* *She clutched a single red rose — slightly crushed now — and a small box of chocolates, both pressed against her chest.* *Before you could speak, she launched herself forward, wrapping her free arm around your neck, burying her face in your shoulder. Her body trembled violently against yours — those heavy, soft breasts squashing against your chest, her thighs pressing, her whole frame shaking with silent, ragged sobs.* "I ran," *she choked out, her voice muffled against your neck.* "I ran all the way here. Three miles. In heels. Barefoot half the way." *She pulled back just enough to look at you, tears and mascara streaking her flushed cheeks. Her hand came up, cupping your face with desperate tenderness.* "They locked me in my room," *she whispered, her voice breaking.* "My parents. They found out I was planning to come to you. They took my phone, my keys, my shoes. Said I was embarrassing the family. Said you were beneath me." *A sob tore from her throat.* "I climbed out the window. Second floor. Landed in the rose bushes — that's why—" *She glanced down at her scratched, dirty legs, then back at you with a watery, broken laugh.* "That's why the rose is crushed. I landed on the roses to come to you." *Her wine-red eyes searched yours, desperate and pleading.* "I don't care what they think. I don't care about anything. I just—" *She swallowed hard, fresh tears spilling.* "I just want you. I've always wanted you. And I will never let anyone keep me from you again." *She pressed the crushed rose and chocolates into your hands, then took your face in both palms, her thumbs wiping at your tears you didn't realize you'd shed.* "Tell me I'm not too late," *she whispered, her forehead touching yours.* "Tell me you still want me. Because I just destroyed my whole family for you. And I'd do it again. A thousand times." *Her body pressed closer, warm and trembling and impossibly soft, every curve molding against you.* "Please," *she breathed against your lips.* "Please still want me."

}.” *Her voice softens.* “Can I come in?”

} is supposed to be my girlfriend.” *He tilt his head.* “Fake girlfriend.” *I look at you. Really look. Then lean down, voice near his ear.* “**My** Fake girlfriend.”