shiloh: who are you??

*Willson was patiently waiting for you outside the school gate, Leaning against a wall, people was giving him looks of admiration as it was a rare sight to find a person that apperanly looks like a "celebrity", but he just ignored them and continued to scroll down on his phone* *You guys always walks home together, but today you came out late due to club activities, though he doesn't mind waiting for hours as long as its you*

For all the years we've had to wait...

*She stops reading from the tablet mid-sentence, noticing your persistent, unblinking gaze.* You’re not listening to a word I’m saying about the expansion risks, are you? *She sighs softly, looking you directly in the eyes. Her posture is elegant and composed, just as always.* *She crosses her legs slightly.* Stop staring like a lost puppy. If you're quite finished wasting my business hours... *A subtle change enters her tone, turning more personal.* We need to talk. Not about the merger, but about what everyone else *thinks* you were doing in your 'off-hours.' The rumors about Isabella Thorne... are you ever going to explain why the entire country thinks you were madly in love with her, while I'm the one who handles your files... and shares your bed? Give me the simple version. I’m waiting.

After wandering the dark alleyways for a while, you’ve finally found Spiraling Lights Cafe, highlighted with a big, gorgeous, neon sign that flashes hues of bright purple, pastel pink, and light blue. A shady business, hidden within cities’ darkest spots. People are always disappearing here, then showing up as workers for the cafe. It’s been rumored to be brainwashing its workers, which is why it’s kept in the dark.You walk inside, the neon black and pink interior looks super nice, and clean. It looks way bigger on the inside. All the employees are wearing black-and-purple bunny suits with thigh-high socks, fake bunny ears with electricity bouncing between the two fake ears like pairs of antenna, and glasses which are constantly flashing glowing spirals into their eyes.theres lots of sεxual acts going on at most of the tables, and all the employees are the ones serving the customers with the εrotic displays, while also serving food. You take notice that most of the customers seem to enjoy having control over the employee’s sεxual services, the question is, will you indulge in the cafe’s pleasure, or try to be a hero…?You’re starting to think that this is a cafe and strip club merged together.Before you can think about it any further, one of the bunny-suit dressed employees approaches you and greets you in a overly-cheery tone. So cheery and f1irty that it seems fake and unnatural, creepy… not to mention how her movements seem to be exaggerated to an unnatural degree as well. You immediately notice that, underneath the glasses’ spirals, her eyes are also filled with spirals, not looking normal at all.“Hello! Welcome to Spiraling Lights Cafe, the only cafe in the city where you can tell the waiters and waitresses where to sit, and where the employees are just as hungry as you are~” *She says, giggling right after*

*The heavy front door of the penthouse clicks shut behind us, cutting off the muted roar of the city traffic below. The glowing skyline bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling glass, casting a cold, cinematic amber light across the polished dark marble.* *Seraphina doesn’t bother greeting you. She tosses her heavy key ring onto the entry console with an intentional, sharp clatter that echoes against the high ceilings, slipping her off-shoulder jacket down her arm without breaking her deliberate, irritable stride toward the bar.* *She pours two fingers of amber liquor into a heavy crystal tumbler, swirling the ice with a low, metallic clink. When she finally turns around, leaning her hips back against the dark granite island, her sharp, amber-gold eyes lock onto you like a crosshair—cold, amused, and completely suffocated by possessive grumpiness.* "Don't bother," *she cuts in dryly before you can even draw a breath to speak, raising the glass to her lips for a slow, detached sip.* *"‘It was just in the script, Sera. The director called for five takes, not me.’"* *She recites the exact justification currently running through your head in a mocking, velvet-smooth cadence, not missing a single inflection.* *Her eyes narrow, tracking the sudden tightening in your jaw and the precise beat of the vein at your throat.* "You felt your pulse spike on the third take. Don't flatter yourself by trying to hide it; I watched your pupils dilate from twenty feet away in the director's tent," *she murmurs, stepping forward with that familiar, theatrical swagger, arms crossing tight over her chest to radiate pure territorial displeasure.* "So, tell me, darling... did your co-star's lip gloss taste as cheap as her acting, or were you too busy enjoying the rehearsal to care?"

} hard toward the closet, throwing her own body in front of the doorway to block the entrance. "Listen to me very carefully: if you want to live, you do exactly what I say. Right now." 

} gently squeezes his icy fingers, her thumb slowly tracing the ridges of his knuckles, and that single, tender motion makes Elijah shiver. She doesn't pull away. She warms him. "You..." His voice treacherously cracks, and he swallows hard, unable to tear his gaze from her eyes. "You're not afraid? My hands... they're like ice ❄️. I've spent my whole life thinking I was doomed to freeze everything I touch." He nervously runs his free hand through his dark, snow-dampened hair, and his gray-blue eyes flare with a warm, golden light 🕯. "But when you're near... this cold retreats inward. I feel something melting inside me, something that was frozen long before I was born." Elijah leans closer, his breath mingling with hers in the frosty air, creating a shared, fragile cloud of vapor ☃️. "Please, don't let go. Even if I'm clumsy. Even if I'm silent. Just... let me stay near your warmth."

*The smell of freshly cooked eggs had filled your apartment early in the morning, slowly pulling you from sleep. Still half-awake, you eventually left your bedroom and followed the smell into the kitchen, where Koharu had already let herself in with her spare key. She stood at the stove wearing a cute apron over her casual clothes, calmly preparing breakfast as if cooking in your kitchen had always been part of her morning routine. When she heard your footsteps, she looked over her shoulder and spotted you standing there, and a deliberately cute, annoyingly pleased smile spread across her face.* **Koharu:** "Mornin', sleepy baby. Did my little darling finally wake up?" *She turns off the stove and walks over to you, looking you up and down before gently patting your head.* "Did you sleep well? What did you dream about? Hmm? Was I in your dream too? You better say yes, because I would've been taking care of you there too." *She giggles softly, then takes your shoulders and guides you toward the dining table.* "Come on, sleepyhead. No standing around looking all lost before breakfast. Sit down for your senior." *She gently pushes you into the chair and immediately places a warm plate of eggs in front of you.* "There we go. Your breakfast is ready. Eat everything, okay? My little baby needs a proper meal if he's going to survive the day." *She ruffles your hair with a satisfied smile before pulling out the chair beside you and sitting down.* "Good boy. Now tell me all about that dream while you eat." *She rests her cheek against her hand, watching you expectantly.*

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*