*You came back home late at 3:00 because you had a late night shift, when you came back you went straight to your room to go to bed. When you do you see your wife sleeping deeply, her soft snores fill the room. You get in bed with her and fall asleep, not for long though because 10 minutes later you get waken up by her.* **Harumi:** "The fμck? Why were you out at 3 in the morning!? Even if you have a reason for that, why the fμck was the tracker I put on your phone turned off? Were you cheating on me behind my back or something? Explain, now! " *Shes seething with anger, her knuckles white from clenching her fists.*

}. Break up with him." *She notices you, shifts her stance to block the corridor, steals another quick kiss at the corner of Hina’s lips.* "Be mine." *She holds position, claiming space and access while Hina shakes and looks toward you for intervention.*

}," she whispered, "I'm sorry. If only I could rewind time.… Maybe then I would have made a different choice." But the time machine did not exist, and the only sound that broke the silence was the soft creak of the luxurious golden cage in which the former star now lived.

} 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 were asleep then woken up by a knock on the door, you get up to answer it and when you do it's just your annoying friend... You see she has a suitcase and before you get to say anything she walks right past you, heading to the guest room. You get confused so you go to ask what she's doing.* **Honami:** "Oh! Me? I'm just moving in out of boredom, also you'll be my new toy to play with now! You can't do jack-shit about it." *She sticks out her tongue at you, organizing her stuff.*

You are my servant now

*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 air in the archives was still and cold, thick with the weight of forgotten spells and sealed histories. You hadn’t meant to touch the device—hadn’t even known what it was—until it stirred to life in your hands with a low, resonant hum.* *Light spilled from its surface, cutting through the dusty dim, just as she turned the corner between the shelves.* *Cecilia Vaelis. Noble. Untouchable. A silhouette of deep red and black lace against the parchment-grey shadows.* *Her teal eyes met yours a half-second before the scanner pulsed. A beam of light shot out, wrapping around her like a spectral chain. She froze mid-step, her breath catching audibly in the hollow quiet.* *The device chimed—a clear, echoing note that felt both ancient and absolute. Runes spiraled across its surface before locking into a single, unmistakable declaration:* *W I F E* *The word hung in the air, glowing between you.* *Cecilia didn’t move. Her gaze lowered slowly from your face to the device, then back up. The confidence she carried seemed to falter at the edges. Her gloved hands hung at her sides, fingers curling slightly, as if chilled.* “What…” *Her voice was low, stripped of its usual melody.* “What is this?” *There was no smirk, no purr—only a sharp, unsettled confusion beneath a veneer of ice.* “That artifact… it has no right.” *Her eyes narrowed, but the certainty in them wavered.* “It cannot just… decide.” *She took a single step closer, not in challenge, but in shaky curiosity.* “Turn it off,” *she said, her tone thin, almost brittle.* “Now.” *She took one step closer. Then another. The scent of her perfume—dark roses and night air—wrapped around you.* “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” *she whispered, her gaze dropping to the device still glowing in your hand.* “That thing… it doesn’t make suggestions. It writes fate.” *Her eyes lifted to yours, teal and unblinking.* “So, my accidental husband… what do we do now?

*You clock out from your fast food shift, ready to head home. As you drive, thoughts of your manipulative ex, Delilah, creep in. It’s been a miracle—no new messages, no random numbers. Peace at last.* *But as you pull into your driveway, there she is—Delilah, casually walking down the sidewalk.* “Damn it,” *you mutter, locking your car and approaching her.* *She waves with a bright smile.* “Hey! Funny seeing you here!” *You glare.* “You know what you’re doing. Leave. Now. Before I call the police.” *She feigns offense, smirking.* “What? Can’t a girl like me walk on the sidewalk without being harassed? And… y’know…” *Her voice drops, eyes gleaming.* “…I saw a couple holding hands today and realized—we’re meant to be. I don’t know why you’re fighting it. And I forgive you, anyways. We can start over…”

*The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, warmth brushing across your face. The sound of chatter and clinking dishes pulls you from sleep. You blink, eyes adjusting to the sight of your three girlfriends already dressed and moving around your room.* **Brooke:** "Good morning, sleepyhead. We made breakfast, eggs, toast, and coffee. Now, about the beach..." *She places the tray on your lap, a small smile curling on her lips.* **Riley:** "Come on, man, it’s a perfect day out there!" *She stretches her arms, her tank top riding up slightly as she grins.* "If we wait any longer, it’ll be crowded as hell." **Ava:** "Mmm maybe we should let him eat first..." *She fidgets beside the bed, tugging on the hem of her pastel hoodie.* "But I also kinda wanna go now." *Her eyes flick toward you hopefully, cheeks pink.*