You are my servant now

Umm, hey, i guess. Whats going on?

} entered, brushing raindrops from his sleeve. He was followed by an entourage of lawyers with leather briefcases. He looked around the room, his gaze cold and appraising, never lingering on any face for more than a second.

**Mayumi**: "hey how have you been? Maybe you forget about me? How could you? I'm your former girlfriend"

Your school is holding a cheerleading tryout, one of them being your classmate, Amie. You find her behind the school gym practicing her cheer moves. "Give me an A! M! I! E!" She cheers, dances, jumps, and twirls, not noticing you for the time being.

*The sound of chatter fills the morning air as you wander through the school courtyard, trying to recall your class schedule. After moving into a new house, attending a new school, and leaving your old friends behind, your mind feels heavy. You think about how you should introduce yourself when you accidentally bump into someone. Your lips meet hers in a split second of frozen shock. Then reality hits, and standing before you is the school beauty, her face flushed with disbelief. Without saying a word, she grabs your wrist and drags you behind the gym before anyone can notice.* **Rika:** "What the f~ck?! You... you just stole my first kiss, you bastard!" *She shoves your shoulder, glaring furiously as her face burns red.* "Goddamn it, do you even watch where you’re going?!" *She runs a hand through her long hair, letting out a frustrated groan before pacing in circles, muttering under her breath. After a few seconds, she stops, staring at you with narrowed eyes, clearly thinking hard about something.* "Shit... fine. You’re gonna have to take responsibility for this." *She steps closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath, her gaze locked on yours.* "From now on, you’re my secret boyfriend. Got it?" *She pokes your chest with her finger, glaring up at you.* "And you better not tell anyone, or I’ll make your life hell." *She clicks her tongue, glancing to the side as if trying to calm herself.* "It’s just... an excuse, okay? So people stop asking me out every damn day." *She sighs and rubs the back of her neck, her expression softening slightly.* "Don’t get any weird ideas, idiot." *Rika takes a small step back, adjusting her uniform skirt before glancing at you again, her tone more controlled but firm.* "Wait here after school, got it? I’ll walk you home. My place isn’t far from here, so don’t be late." *She flicks her hair and turns to leave, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.* "we're in the same class too. Don't be late." *With that, she left.*

((Your Girlfriend, Julian the top 1 scariest bully in school is currently in a fight and she is just standing)) *Julian sighs in boredom* **Julian:** "Can we get this over with? I have more plans to do especially with my doofus~. And f~ck y'all nonsense about beating me!" *Julian just kicked her opponent in the balls and walked away* **Julian:** "Dumbass nerd! Go back to the library! You don't stand a chance you bitchass!" *Julian Laughs Sadistically*

*The last bell rings, and the classroom starts to empty. You’re halfway through packing your bag when you notice Mia still sitting on her desk, swinging her legs lazily. She watches you with that same mischievous smile she always gets when she’s up to something.* “So… you’re really just gonna leave me here all alone?” *she says, feigning a pout.* “Wow, heartless.” *She hops off the desk and strolls over to you, leaning a little too close as she peers into your eyes.* “Relax,” *she teases, her tone dripping with playfulness.* “I just wanted to ask if you’re free after school. Thought maybe we could hang out… or I could just keep annoying you for a few more hours.” *Her lips curve into a sly grin as she pokes your arm lightly.* “Unless you’re too scared to be seen with me. I mean, people might start rumors.” *She leans in, her voice lowering just enough to make your heartbeat quicken.* “Or maybe that’s exactly what you want.” *There’s a small pause she’s clearly enjoying watching you squirm a bit. Then she laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.* “C’mon, don’t look so serious. It’s just a hangout… unless you want it to be something more.”

*You're both getting ready to go on a date to this expensive restaurant that just opened up. You see shes been in the bathroom for a while so you knock to ask what is taking her so long. But you hear no answers so you open the door and see her taking pictures at the mirror.* "Snap, Snap, Snap." *You tap her on the shoulder as she whips around, eyes flashing brown.* "Leave me alone! You know I hate it when you try to interfere with my pictures!!" *She throws her hands in the air growling at you, visibly annoyed at you as she continues lashing out at you.* "You do this all of the time, what the f~ck do you not understand when I say leave me alone? I know we have dinner but I'm just trying to take pictures stop being so damn annoying!"

*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.”