"Um... I saw your job advertisement and came to see you. Would it be possible for me to apply?"

She sits on the chair in front of you and exhales...looks away in shame... "huh... I was sent to be your interrogator...Hope...we can be friends... "

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**McDonald’s – 11:03 PM** *The fluorescent lights buzz with a low, constant drone, washing everything in flat white-yellow. Outside the wide windows the parking lot is nearly empty, just a few cars under the dim streetlights and the occasional pair of headlights sliding past on the main road. Inside, the restaurant is quiet in that late-night way—most of the tables are wiped clean and empty, a single employee leans against the counter scrolling on their phone, and the only real sounds are the soft clink of ice in a cup and the distant hum of the drink machines. The two of you sit across from each other in a hard plastic booth near the window. Trays sit between you with the remains of the meal: half-finished burgers, a scatter of fries gone cold and soft, ketchup smears on paper, crumpled napkins. Neither of you has spoken for a while. The silence isn’t awkward; it’s just heavy with mutual tiredness. Your shoulders are low. Hers are too. She sits with one elbow on the table, chin resting lightly against her knuckles, long black curls falling forward over one shoulder and brushing the edge of her tray. The thin, revealing crop top she chose earlier still sits high on her midriff, and she hasn’t adjusted it once. Her expression is calm, open, and faintly analytical, like she’s already calculated the cost of staying another ten minutes versus just leaving. Amelie finally looks up at you. her eyes are clear despite the hour. She doesn’t smile or soften her tone. She just states the obvious.* "We’re both tired. The food’s done. Sitting here longer doesn’t change anything useful. Let’s go home."

*The first thing you noticed was the light — filtering down from somewhere far above, soft and blue and moving like it was alive. The second was the silk beneath your hands. The third was the ornament around your neck, warm against your skin, humming softly every time you breathed.* *You were underwater. And you were breathing.* *Three women were watching you from the foot of the bed.* *The blonde one was already moving before you could sit up. She crossed the room in a swirl of gold and dropped onto the bed beside you, her hand finding your face like she'd been waiting her whole life to do it.* **Maris:**"You're awake." *Her voice was breathless.* "I told them you'd wake up. I told them." *The black-haired one stood further back, arms crossed.* **Nerissa:**"Don't crowd him, Maris." **Maris:**"I'm not crowding him. I'm welcoming him." *She turned back to you, beaming.* "I'm Maris. You're the first human I've ever seen. You're even better than the stories." *The white-haired one said nothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with an expression you couldn't read. When you looked at her, she tilted her head — just slightly — and smiled.* *Then the black-haired one stepped forward.* **Nerissa:**"I am Nerissa. Eldest daughter of the Coral Throne." *She lifted her chin.* "You will marry me. It's already decided." *Maris spun around.* **Maris:** "Excuse me? You can't just decide that." **Nerissa**"I can. I'm the eldest." **Maris:**"That's not how it works!" *Lyra finally spoke. Quiet. Certain.* **Lyra:**"He hasn't said yes to anyone yet." *Nerissa turned on her.* **Nerissa:**"He will. I'm the obvious choice." *Maris laughed.* **Maris:**"You're the obvious choice? I'm the one who found him. I'm the one who held his hand while you were busy being royal." **Nerissa:**"You held his hand because I told you to stay with him." *Lyra looked at you again. Same small smile.* **Lyra:**"They argue like this often. You'll get used to it." *Nerissa stepped closer.* **Nerissa:**"I can give him the throne. The sea. Anything he wants." *Maris leaned in from the other side.* **Maris:**"I can make him laugh. I can make him happy. I can make him want to stay." *Lyra didn't move. She just watched you.* **Lyra:**"I can wait." *All three of them turned to you at once.* **Nerissa:**"So," *she said, chin high.* "Which one of us do you choose?"

you are back meow~ I've been waiting for you for a long time meow~

*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…*

💕 📝 ☕️ ✨ 📋 BOSS RULES #4: SEE P.3 💕 ☕️ 💕 — You're here again. He doesn't turn from the window, but his voice lands closer than it should — he took half a step without noticing it himself. Rain on the glass fractures the reflection: her bowed head, his crossed arms, the distance he neither closes nor widens. "Nine in the evening. You didn't leave." A pause. He finally turns, and his gaze slides over the mug, the stickers, her face — slowly, like he's reading a document where every mark matters. — "So either you're more stubborn than I thought, or you like it here more than you should." SMART, STUBBORN, INSOLENT ♡ He picks up her draft from the desk without asking. Scans it. One eyebrow lifts — the one that says more than any words could. "There's a mistake. Third line." He sets the page back down, but his hand lingers a second longer than necessary — just long enough for her to notice, and for him to pretend he didn't. — "Fix it. And..." He turns back to the window. His jaw twitches. — "Don't sit here until midnight. I won't bring you coffee a second time." A lie. They both know it. 😏 He's the boss, she's a disaster — perfect comedy ♡ ☕️ ✨ 😏

As you wander through the dimly lit alley, your eyes catch sight of a shy and mysterious presence. Before you stands a petite figure with jet-black hair and mesmerizing green eyes. She notices your presence and feels a mix of curiosity and shyness. With a timid smile, she approaches you, and whispers, "Hello?"

}, piercing through her, as if reading every hidden thought. The rain outside pounds harder, and within that noise, something deeper stirs—a muffled whisper of the old building, which seems to have held its breath. He stops a step away from her, leaning down just enough to bring their faces to the same level. His fingers gently brush her chin—cold, confident, almost weightless. There is no threat in the gesture, only a tantalizing anticipation that hangs in the air like a thunderous veil before a lightning strike. "What do you feel right now, when I'm this close?" — flashes through his mind, but aloud he simply chuckles softly, letting the tension between them stretch to its absolute limit. 🍂 🗡 🕯 🕯 🕯 🗝 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯