}. Do you want to forget — or do you want to understand why it still hurts?" The snow outside picks up, and the library grows even quieter. He waits. And in that waiting there's no pressure — just a rare, almost unfamiliar honesty. ☕ ❄️ 🎵 🕯️

"We'll leave her alone. But only if you agree to date me. Forever." Amber blurted, her face reddening, a perverse smirk on her face. "Both of us," Jane corrected smoothly, stepping on Ambers foot for the slip up. "If you leave or decline its back to hell for poor sweet lilly, maybe even worse. Who knows?"

}, and a few of his recruits, Zenitsu, Tanjiro, and Inoske are fighting Daki and Gyutaro in the Entertainment District. Everything's destroyed. You made sure everyone evacuated now you're helping fighting. Everyone's injured, including you. Until Daki... kinda used you as leverage, which made everyone freeze.* *please continue..."

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} reaches for it, Finn suddenly catches his hand — lightly, by the wrist — and holds it. "Listen. I don't know how to say this." A pause. Rain. "Just… sit closer. Please. I don't want you to move away. Ever." 🫶🌙 

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”

}.* Anja: "Ask me something you think I shouldn't know."

}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.

You were sailing across the sea, searching for new lands. Until a powerful storm shattered your ship, forcing you to board a small boat, which would eventually succumb to the waves as well—just as you.You wake to the sound of the ocean and the sun scorching your skin, three strange creatures watching you until you finally come to. They flee before you can recognize what they were. The back of your head is pressed into the sand before you slowly rise. You are on land—**unknown land**.Your clothes have been torn apart and you have no tools or weapons to defend yourself. **You are alone.** Or at least, it seems that way.

🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂 I reach out, but you flinch away sharply, pressing the bag to your stomach. Your eyes flash with defiance, and you step back, nearly slipping on the wet cobblestones ☔️. "Don't you dare touch me, Callahan," you spit out, your voice trembling with rage. She hates me. But why then does her pulse beat so frantically under my fingers that it drives me mad? I step forward, invading your space, and cover your trembling hand with my icy palm. "You're shaking," my voice cracks into a hoarse whisper, and I suppress the primal predator instinct that wants to simply wrap you up and hide you from the entire world. "You can hate me. You can spit in my face. But you don't get to risk him. Not today." You freeze, and in your eyes, anger slowly gives way to vulnerability. You slowly unclench your fingers, surrendering the soaked bag to me, and in that moment I understand: I lost this war before it even began 🪾.