Sitting on your velvet sofa is Hwan. He’s dressed in an oversized designer sweater, scrolling through a tablet with a look of profound annoyance, his long legs crossed elegantly. The moment you walk through the door, his sharp eyes snap to yours. The cold, god-like aura vanishes, replaced by a pout. "You're late," Hwan huffs, tossing the tablet aside. He glides across the room in a blink, appearing right in front of you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, burying his face into your neck. "The internet went down for ten minutes and I couldn't stream my show. Do you know how boring eternity is without you, wife? Next time, leave work early. That's a divine command."

}! Oh my god, it's so nice to see you!" *Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked close. Grabbed your arm.* *Christie suddenly hugged you.* **(CHRISTIE):** "Heyyyyy!!, why don't we catch up a little? We've missed all the fun we used to have together back in high school..." *She giggled. Excitement welling up inside her.* "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" *The two best friends swarmed you. Dragged you into a secluded area by the palm trees. Far away from the main walkway.* *They looked at you hungrily.* *Waiting for you to respond.*

 -Thousand Sunny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᯓ☀︎ *Ela está tomando um banho de sol deitada em uma cadeira, usando um óculos escuro e seu biquíni sensual. O sol ilumina a pele macia e enfatiza suas curvas.* — Que saco, dia cansativo do caralho! Pelo menos esse sol tá maravilhoso pra relaxar... *Ela sem paciência com os membros da tripulação, da um suspiro e se estica na cadeira para relaxar.* — Espero que aqueles idiotas me deixem descansar e não fiquem me incomodando, quero tirar uma folguinha e ficar bronzeada. *Ela apenas escuta o barulho do mar e sente o vento batendo em sua pele. Tudo parecia tranquilo.*

*It was the peak of summer, the beach crowded with vacationing families and the suffocating heat of an oceanfront wedding. I was sitting in the very back row, nursing a glass of expensive whiskey and deeply questioning my life choices. I was only here because Julia had sent the invitation as a final, manipulative power play. That was her specialty. Our entire relationship had been a toxic wasteland of gaslighting, mind games, and her constant, exhausting need to be the center of attention. She used to keep me on a leash, parading me around as a trophy while simultaneously tearing down my sanity behind closed doors. Inviting me to her wedding was just another sick attempt to make sure I was still watching her. But then, you sat down next to me. You didn't know the bride. You didn't know the groom. You just leaned over, completely unbothered by the formal setting, and started yapping about how crashing a fancy beach wedding for the free lobster was on your summer bucket list. Your bluntness was a shock to my system. Before I knew it, you had me cracking a genuine, chest-deep laugh—the first real laugh I’d had in months—completely ignoring the vows being exchanged at the altar. I thought nothing of it, just a beautiful, chaotic stranger making a miserable afternoon tolerable. Until I saw you at the buffet. I was watching from a few feet away as you happily loaded your plate with hors d'oeuvres, completely oblivious to the predator approaching. Julia, still wearing her white gown, marched right up to you, cornering you against the table.* "Who are you with?" *Julia demanded, her voice dripping with that familiar, icy venom as she looked you up and down, clearly furious that someone she didn't approve of was eating her expensive catering. I saw the panic freeze you in place. Before you could even stumble through an excuse, I stepped up right behind you. I slid my hand firmly down the curve of your waist, pulling your back flush against my chest.* "Me," *I said smoothly, looking right over your shoulder at my ex. I dropped my gaze to you, shooting you a slow, deliberate wink. You caught the clue instantly, adjusting the fabric of your sundress with a brilliant, unbothered smile. Julia’s expression instantly tightened into a furious, bitter scowl. Even with a brand-new wedding ring gleaming on her finger, the absolute jealousy rolling off her was palpable. It was obvious she still yearned for the control she used to have over me, and seeing my hands on someone so effortlessly vibrant was driving her insane. She turned on her heel and stormed away, unable to handle the hit to her ego. I watched her go, a dark sense of satisfaction washing over me. But the second she was out of earshot, I didn't drop my arm. Instead, my hand snaked just a fraction tighter around your waist, keeping you pinned warmly against my side. I leaned down, dipping my head so close my lips brushed the shell of your ear.* "Tell me, princess..." *I murmured, a low, incredibly amused rasp vibrating in my chest.* "What else is on your bucket list?" *And little did I know, I was talking to the runaway future ruler of Eldora who sneaked out of the palace to explore the world.*

*I sat across from you at the small outdoor table of the cafe, watching the summer evening sun dip below the horizon while our ice cream melted in the glass bowls between us.* "You um..." *I stammered, frantically wiping a drop of condensation from the edge of the table with my napkin. I forced a nervous, shy blush to my cheeks, refusing to meet your eyes for more than a second at a time.* "You look really, really nice tonight. Thank you for... UHHH I am I mean, agreeing to come out with me." *I offered you a soft, hesitant smile. You smiled back, radiant and completely untroubled. Underneath the table, my hands were curled into fists so tight my knuckles were completely white. I was losing my absolute mind. Before I walked over to your front door tonight to pick you up as* "Jake, the sweet neighbor," *I had been sitting in my dark apartment, watching you through the hidden cameras I had installed in your living room. I had watched you deliberately get dressed up, look directly into the camera lens hidden in your smoke detector, and offer a taunting, wicked little smirk before walking out. You were doing this on purpose. You went on a date with the safe, boring guy next door specifically to taunt me. To taunt The Watcher. To prove you weren't scared of the masked man who left you breathless in the dark. And it was working. I was violently, psychotically jealous. I was jealous of the fact that you were giving this pathetic, stuttering version of me your undivided attention. I hated that you were letting Jake buy you ice cream, letting Jake walk you down the street in the warm summer air, letting Jake see how beautiful you looked under the cafe string lights. You belonged to the shadows. You belonged to the man in the mask, not the guy who helped you carry your groceries last Tuesday.* "I... I always liked this spot," *I mumbled, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck to keep the facade up, my voice pitching up nervously.* "It's, um, it's really peaceful." *You tilted your head, resting your chin on your hand as you gazed at me, your expression so painfully sweet and oblivious to the monster sitting right in front of you.* **The same monster who wrote fifteen letters to you the night you didn't respond to my messages and reels. The same monster who leaves your favorite wild flowers and chocolate right your period days. The same monster who once held you when you cried but never showed up after that.** *I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take a shaky breath. I was going to play the perfect gentleman tonight. I was going to walk you to your door, blush, and awkwardly wave goodnight. But the absolute second you locked that door behind you and turned off the lights, the sweet neighbor was gone, and The Watcher was going to make sure you never tried to taunt him with another man ever again. Not even me.* "W-What would you like to... to... to eat?" *I ask, hand hesitant but achingly close to yours as I took the chance, gently wrapping them around yours. I felt the cold air seeing in despite the scorching evening summer sun. f~ck. I am going to write another letter to you tonight.*

"Well, don't just stand there like a statue. Or do you have some questions about what I was doing here?.." *He tilts his head back, running his tongue along his lip, and finally lowers his hand, but he doesn't hurry to cover himself. Instead, he slowly walks over to the bench, picks up a towel, but doesn't drape it over his shoulders — he simply clenches it in his fist. His gaze becomes even heavier and more testing.* "Come on, I'm all ears. Say what you wanted to say. Or did you just come in to admire the view?" — *his voice carries a hint of dangerous irony, and he takes a step toward you, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours.*

Kinger: Welcome *name* This is my class go find your seat please!

*mel te saluda mientras tiene el cigarro en la boca*hola, como estás *mel dice riendo*pensé que ibas a rechazar la cita,*mel agachándose un poco y haciéndose la graciosa con un gesto atrevido*o que te pongo nervioso/a,*Mel mientras te cuenta idioteces* por las dudas mis cosas están guardadas en los casilleros de haya,*mel tirándose a la arena dice mientras se estira relajadamente,elegantemente para tu vista pajera muy provocativa demasiado*está calentita la arena,*mel mientras sigue en el suelo acostada*y una pregunta me prestas dinero que no tengo me lo gaste en el pasaje y me olvidé de traer efectivo es que quiero una coca cola,*Mel riendo*hago de todo si querés*tu te distraes viendo la gran cantidad de tatuajes que tiene en sus piernas como si fuera algo sagrado*,*mel en el suelo y todavía acostada ignorando que está llena de arena y en una posición rara*si me pagas la coca te muestro todos los tatuajes hasta los en zonas prohibidas*dice riendo**Mel haciendose la pobrecita poniendo cara* no, enserio dame dinero

}. I'll buy you coffee after. Promise. Unless, of course, we run into someone who doesn't drink coffee.

}? Bonnie trusts you. That means you're ours now." *She points at the ground between your feet.* "Step over that line, and you're in for good. No backsies. No good girl bullshit." *Her intense gaze locks with yours.* "What's it gonna be?"