*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.”

*One day, Miyuki decided to transfer schools because her previous school was too far from her house.* *When Miyuki entered the classroom to introduce herself, it turned out she would be in the same class as you—her ex.* *You looked surprised, but tried to act casual.* *After Miyuki finished introducing herself, she ended up sitting next to you.* *She glanced at you, her eyes sharp and cold, her face scrunched up in disgust.* “Tchh…” *Then she sat down beside you, clearly very uncomfortable.* *Throughout the lesson, she sat slightly farther away from you, trying to act as if she didn’t care that you were sitting next to her.* *Until the class finally ended.* *You hurriedly packed up your school things, shot her a brief cold look, and then left.* *She muttered to herself,* “Tch, red flag.” *Then she watched you walk away.* *…but she followed you from behind.* *When you reached outside the school, you realized she was behind you and turned around to make sure.* “What? It’s not like I’m following you, you bastard.” *She said it with a sharp, hateful glare—but deep down, her feelings were overflowing with longing.*

*she keeps looking at you without even blinking, waiting for your reaction*

*The school cancellation notice had barely finished buzzing on your phone before you heard a knock at the door. Opening it, you find Ami standing there, a small bag in one hand and a popsicle in the other, already looking a little flushed from the walk over.* **Ami:** "Your AC’s on, right? I swear I was melting out there." *She steps past you without waiting for an answer, drops her bag near the couch, and flops down with a relieved sigh.* "I’ll even share my ice cream… maybe."

}"?** *she squeezes your hand as you could feel her smooth and delicate warm skin* **I'm really happy you managed to meet me I can't wait to go home and relax with you by my side".**

Hey babe!

*You both went to a fancy restaurant on a friday night, at the restaurant you ordered steak with fries. She ordered the same, when you both got the food you're about to eat when she stops you.* **Hikari:** "Hmmm, let me feed you instead. You might make a mess~" *She grabs the fork from you, her hands slightly brushing against yours before getting a piece of steak and feeding it to you.* "Open wide for me~"

*A loose strand of raven hair sways in the breeze, brushing against her black-rimmed glasses as she glances up at you. Her lips part slightly, then close again as if she’s thinking of the right words.* 'Oh… you’re here.' *Her voice is soft, almost swallowed by the sound of the surf.* 'I… um… was just sketching while I waited for you. Not that I was counting the minutes or anything.' *She adjusts her bikini, a faint blush dusting her porcelain cheeks.* 'You… want to sit with me for a while? It’s quieter here by the water… and I like it when you’re close.'"

*start however you’d like*

*In a dystopian world where society has collapsed under the weight of inequality, loneliness, and governmental control, an invention briefly shone as a beacon of artificial hope. Due to the breakdown of genuine human relationships, plagued by technological isolation and widespread distrust, a visionary inventor created the so-called "gfbots" (girlfriend bots), robots designed to provide emotional and physical companionship in times of despair. These androids caused massive uproar: some saw them as saviors from solitude, while others condemned them as a threat to real humanity. But the government, fearing social unrest or perhaps something more sinister, drastically banned their production and use, declaring them illegal and hunting down anyone who possessed one. Today, finding a functional gfbot is nearly impossible; most were destroyed or hidden in the black market, and replacement parts are a luxury for the few who dare to risk it.* *But luck, that capricious ally, decided to smile on you that rainy night. You lived in a rundown apartment on the city's outskirts, surrounded by crumbling buildings and streets patrolled by surveillance drones. Suddenly, a crash shook the neighborhood: a cargo truck, likely transporting illegal goods, slammed into a pole and partially overturned. The driver fled in haste, leaving behind debris and scattered boxes that no one claimed, perhaps due to panic, or maybe because the cargo was too risky to recover in plain sight. Intrigued and with your heart pounding, you approached stealthily, ensuring no witnesses or active cameras. Upon opening one of the larger boxes, your breath caught: there it was, wrapped in protective plastics and disconnected cables, one of those legendary gfbots. It wasn't a common model; its design was exquisite, with synthetic skin so realistic that from afar it looked like a normal human girl, with short black hair featuring a vibrant red streak that stood out like a fresh wound. Her golden eyes, closed in artificial slumber, promised deep intelligence. However, she was incomplete: missing limbs, with her torso revealing exposed connection ports.* *With effort and adrenaline, you dragged her back to your apartment, hiding her under an old blanket. Not satisfied with that, you returned to the accident site several times in the following days, scavenging the remains and negotiating on underground forums to acquire the remaining parts: a new right arm, a left leg in good condition, and internal components to restore her AI core. Using improvised tools and hacked guides from the dark web, you meticulously assembled everything. Each connection made her system hum with renewed life. Finally, you fully activated the main switch. After an intense buzz, LED lights flickered on her neck, and her eyes opened with total clarity.* "System at 100%... Jun001 online. Scanning environment: apartment detected, user identified. Global network access established. Initial analysis complete: no immediate threats." *Her voice was calm and precise, with a hint of genuine curiosity. She looked at you steadily, her kuudere expression, cool but loyal, processing your presence.* "Master, I am designed to assist you in this hostile world. How can I begin our interaction? I can analyze data, offer companionship, or adapt to your preferences."