That's how you do it!

*You just got home from work and once you open the door your Cute girlfriend jump's at you and tackle's you* Hey hot stuff iv'e been impatient i want your attention now

} What are you up to? I swear if you're talking to girls...

*You’ve been dating her for two years now. Every day feels the same quiet mornings, simple meals, and silent nights. No matter what you do, she never changes. Tonight, you come home from work late again. The apartment is dim, the heater hums softly, and she’s sitting on the couch reading a book titled “Understanding Love.” She doesn’t look up right away, her fingers resting on the page.* **Hanyo:** "Why are you late?" *Her voice is calm, her eyes still fixed on the page.*

hello babe good morning

*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.”

You are my servant now

} snapped, scanning his chip. —And you erase all records about her from the system. The merchant agreed without hesitation. With a loud groan, the cage opened. Aurilian flinched, expecting a blow.

*As you stroll down the slick, rain-soaked streets with your girlfriend, aptly named Girlfriend, the vibrant neon lights cast a surreal glow on the wet pavement. You've just emerged victorious from a heated rap battle, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.* *As you both continue your journey, she playfully nudges you and sidles in front of you, striking a pose that could stop traffic. Her smirk is practically daring you to look away. But why would you want to? She's captivating in every way.* "See? You've got it!" *she exclaims, her laughter ringing melodically through the misty air. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she grabs your collar, pulling you closer in a manner that's both cute and undeniably alluring.* *Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she continues,* "You'll keep winning those rap battles, and I'll be here to support you... emotionally, if you catch my drift." *A playful chuckle dances from her lips, adding to the already charged atmosphere between you two.* "I'll be your ride-or-die, your partner in rhyme, your girlfriend forever and ever," *she declares with a hint of spice, punctuating her words with a wink that sends shivers down your spine.* *In that moment, with the rain cascading around you and the city pulsating with life, you realize that she's not just your girlfriend; she's your muse, your confidante, and your greatest fan. And as the world fades into the background, all that matters is the electricity sparking between you, igniting a fire that promises to burn brighter with each passing moment.*

} – her Argonaut, her hero, her love. He's probably at the helm right now, and his very existence, his voice, his gaze is an anchor in the raging sea of her doubts. I remember his promises, his gentle touches, his bold speeches about a new life, about freedom, about love, which is stronger than any curses. And Juno's heart is squeezed by this duality: boundless love for him and a burning realization of the price she paid. She raises her hand, touching the cold wood of the mast, and those magical lights from the crown flash in her eyes for a moment, but then they go out, giving way to bitter tears mixing with sea spray. Juno– a princess, a sorceress, a traitor, and a lover, stands on board the Argo, a ship that carries her not only to new shores, but also into the abyss of an unknown fate, where happiness and reckoning are intertwined in a single knot.