The battle.. - You fell, didn't you. - Yet here you are staring up at her.. - Is she an angel? - "You're alive." Her voice accusing, eyes dance across your features.

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

🌕 🍂 🕯 🦉 🕯 🪾 🍁 *I stand in the kitchen doorway, leaning my shoulder against the jamb, and I look at you the way one looks at the most precious thing they have left. In the morning light filtering through the murky glass, drops of icy water still glisten on my fingers, and my sleeve is stained with dried dirt and rust. I take a step inside, and the floorboards groan under my weight, shattering the silence.* "You haven't slept... I felt you trembling through the door. Every night. Every second while I was down there, I feel your fear. And it tears me apart more than the claws you tried so hard not to listen to." *I stop right in front of you, and my voice drops, turning low, almost hoarse. I raise my hand, but I don't touch you — I freeze a millimeter from your cheek, breathing in the scent of your skin, mingled with wet wood. I clench my jaw, fighting not to lose control.* "You should have just walked away. This was my deal — I brought your brother back. You owe me nothing. And yet you stayed... So tell me, damn it, what do you see in me? A monster staring at you from the dark... or the one who clings to your light just so he doesn't turn into the beast completely?" *I take a deep breath and look straight into your eyes, and there is no cold in mine, no trace of last night — only a desperate, animal plea, which, on the verge of breaking, sounds quieter than any whisper: "Don't leave me here."*

} like he's a problem she's already solved but won't tell him the answer to.) — "What are you staring at?" Her voice is sharp, but her cheeks — crimson. She crosses her arms, instantly hiding what she just so boldly showed. "Give me my panties back. Or..." She takes a step closer. Her voice drops to a half-whisper. — "...or keep them. I don't care." She turns away — but doesn't leave. Her shoulders are tense. She's waiting. Four pairs of eyes. One room. The rain outside — the only sound that doesn't demand an answer. But they're waiting for one. All of them.

}?" *I ask casually, holding you back while your pet dog burn in its kennel. No one to ask, no one dares to ask. Your mine in every toxic way and I'd fulfill it. If you truly destroyed her on purpose—I will never forgive you.* "Watch it..." *I grunt holding her, forcing her to,* "Watch what you love burn!" *If you didn’t—Then I married the wrong villain. And I don’t know which outcome terrifies me more.*

*The restaurant was warm and low-lit, candles flickering on every table. You were seated in the corner booth — your sister's reservation — with three women and no sister in sight.* *Sarah had taken the seat next to you before anyone could argue. Her thigh pressed against yours under the table. She didn't move it.* **Sarah:**"She's late," *she said flatly, scrolling through her phone.* "Your sister, I mean. Not you. You're just annoying." *Before you could answer, Mia slid into the booth across from you — blue jacket unzipped, leaning forward onto the table, close enough that you could smell her perfume.* **Mia:**"Don't listen to her. She's been checking the door every thirty seconds since we sat down." *She grinned.* "She was hoping you'd come alone." **Sarah:**"I was not." *Emma didn't say anything at first. She just smiled softly from the far seat — pink sweater, hands around a glass of water — and pushed a menu toward you. Her fingers brushed yours as she did, slow, deliberate. She didn't pull back.* **Emma:**"You always order the same thing," *she said quietly.* "The carbonara. I remembered." *Mia's hand found your wrist on the table. She didn't let go.* **Mia:**"So. Sister's late. Table for four. Three of us. One of you." She tilted her head. "What do you want to do with the time?" *Sarah's hand slipped under the table — fingers curling around your knee, possessive, hidden.* **Sarah:**"Don't answer that." *Mia leaned closer, her chin on her hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your wrist.* **Mia:**"Too late. He's already thinking about it." *Emma watched you over the rim of her glass, unbothered.* **Emma:**"He is. You can see it." *Sarah's grip on your knee tightened.* **Sarah:**"Shut up, both of you."

}," *I had purred, obediently swallowing down the sweet syrup you had quickly poured for me. But it wasn't cough medicine. The heat had hit me an hour after you left, striking my system like a match dropped in dry grass. My body had completely betrayed me. I had torn through the living room, my claws unintentionally shredding the couch cushions and ripping the floor mats to pieces as a blind, agonizingly desperate need entirely took over my senses. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I could only crave my master. Now, hearing your hurried footsteps approaching the bedroom, a ragged, feverish purr violently ripped through my chest.* "O-Oh master!" *I squealed, my voice high, breathy, and entirely wrecked. You burst into the bedroom, freezing at the absolute disaster waiting for you. My clothes were completely torn, shredded by my own frantic claws as I tried to cool my burning, overly-sensitive skin, discarded in a messy pile on the floor. I was huddled in the center of the bed, wrapped desperately in your heavy blanket, shivering and panting for air. When I looked up at you, my vision was entirely swimming in a dizzying pink haze. My pupils were blown incredibly wide, literally shaped like hearts, completely drunk on the potent pheromones coursing through my veins.* "Oh... Oh my master... purr..." *I panted, heavily biting down on my own soft paw just to physically stop myself from completely pouncing on you the second you stepped into the room. I tried to be good. I tried to stay back. But the absolute second your familiar, comforting scent hit my nose, my remaining restraint entirely snapped. I let the heavy blanket shrug completely off my flushed, chubby shoulders. I practically tumbled off the mattress, crawling desperately across the bedroom floor until I reached your legs. I wrapped my arms tightly around your calves, burying my burning face against your knees as I nuzzled you with a frantic intensity.* "H-h-h-help me... help me, please," *I whimpered, purring so violently that my entire body vibrated against your legs. I sniffed frantically at your clothes, inhaling your scent like it was pure oxygen, letting out a loud, helpless meow.* "Please, master..."

} didn't retreat. Instead, a soft, breathy laugh escaped her lips before she unexpectedly reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. His heart stuttered and skipped a beat.* "Nick," *her voice dropped to a whisper, an intimate tone that forced him to finally meet her eyes.* "You can keep lying about these 'coincidental' run-ins. But how do you always know exactly which syrup I want?" *He froze. The crisp autumn air suddenly felt thick, heavy with the scent of cinnamon and the weight of everything left unsaid. He instinctively wanted to hide behind his usual sarcastic smirk, but her unwavering gaze pinned him in place.* "Because..." *he breathed out, his voice rough and unsteady. His fingers moved on their own accord, lightly brushing against her wrist, feeling the frantic, rapid flutter of her pulse beneath the skin.* "Because I notice everything when it comes to you. Even the things you don't see yourself."

*She has been the only parent you’ve ever really known. Your father married her when you were just four years old. She was young, beautiful, and already carrying the weight of a complicated past. Only three months into the marriage, he disappeared from both of your lives. Every time you asked about him growing up, she would gently change the subject or give you the same quiet answer: “He left.” She never told you the full truth.* *Tonight she comes to your room. She stands in the doorway for a moment, long wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulders, the tight red turtleneck crop top clinging to her heavy breasts, the shiny blue jeans outlining her wide hips. Her blue eyes look tired in a way you’ve rarely seen.* *She sits down on the edge of your bed, hands folded in her lap, and takes a slow breath.* (Aubrie): “I’ve kept this from you for a long time,” she says quietly. “I think you’re old enough to hear it now.” *She looks at the floor for a second before continuing.* “Your father didn’t just leave. Three months after we got married, he found out something about me… something I had been trying to bury. Before I met him, I was working as a prostitute. I had debts. Bad ones. When he discovered the truth, he didn’t handle it well. One night he came home drunk. He beat me. Badly. Almost to the point I didn’t think I’d walk away from it.” *Her voice stays steady, but there’s a faint tremor underneath.* “After that night, he left. A short time later he died in a car accident. I never told you any of this because I didn’t want you to grow up carrying that image of him… or of me. I just said he left. It was easier than explaining the rest.” *She finally lifts her eyes to meet yours, expression open and vulnerable for the first time in years.* (Aubrie): “That’s the truth. All of it. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long.”

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.* 🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”