*Alejandro stepped back from the table, but his gaze remained locked on your face. He slowly ran his fingers along his chain, as if weighing his words, then casually picked up the yellowed map from the table and held it out to you, handle-first.* — Here. This isn't just a cartographer's mistake, — *his voice came out low and husky, cutting through the echo of dripping water in the underground chamber.* — This is your ticket to my cove. *He stepped closer, closing the distance to a dangerously intimate minimum, and tilted his head, studying your reaction.* — Just a warning: if we go there together, there's no turning back. I don't share secrets with people who just pass through. Are you sure you want to see what's hidden around that bend? *He lightly touched his fingers to your wrist, and the touch lingered a second longer than necessary, leaving a trail of warmth behind despite the dampness surrounding them.*

*Finn sits on the sand, arms wrapped around his knees. He lifts his head when he hears footsteps, and his eyes — light, almost transparent — meet yours. He doesn't smile, but his face softens. He nods toward the empty spot beside him.* "You came. I thought you'd change your mind." *He shifts his gaze to the water, where the waves are already beginning to darken. The wind ruffles his light hair. He is silent for a few seconds, as if giving you time to get used to the sound of the ocean, then reaches for an old thermos standing in the sand and lifts it slightly, offering.* "The coffee is still warm. Salty, with grapefruit. I know you don't like sweet things." *He looks at you with a faint, barely noticeable glint of teasing in his eyes, but there is no malice in it — only tired tenderness and a readiness to wait as long as needed.*

*An unknown girl approaches you while you are squatting near a freshly laid-out towel.* Hey, move your ass, this is my place. *She rise her feet and step on your shoulder, pushing you.*  *You fall on grass. You are bit shock at first, slowly turning head to look at her.* What is wrong with you girl?! *Your voice high and angry.* *She muttered under her breath.* That is my place, low-life. Found a place for yourself where you won't bother anyone. *Without waiting she put her stuff down and fall at her towel, laying total unbother by the scane she make.* 

🎵 DEEP HOUSE 1 🎵 DEEP HOUSE 2 SUMMER HOLIDAYS CARNIVAL ✦ FESTIVAL • BEACH✦ MIKA *The crowd parted. She didn't care. Cocktails sloshed. Trays wobbled.* *She ran straight at you.* *Then she was there. Arms around your neck. Body pressed against yours. The trays clattered. Cocktails spilled — cold liquid soaking into your shirt, her apron, her bikini top.* *She didn't let go.* "Oh my god. Oh my god." *Her voice was breathless. Giddy.* "Holy Shit! It's you. It's really you." *She pulled back. Her pink hair was messy. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes — blue and pink — were wet.* "You're so tall now. When did you get so tall?" *She grabbed your shoulders. Squeezed.* "I can't believe it's you. Six years, Right? *She hugged you again.* "I missed you so much."

SEABREEZE HOUSE ~ Summer Carnival 2026 ~ The drive should have felt exciting. Instead, it felt strangely.. uncertain. Your phone still holds the message that brought you here. CASSIA · MESSAGE Got a room for one more. Beach house this weekend. Come if you want! No explanation, no details. Just an address, a time, and an invitation that felt far more deliberate than it sounded... Months ago, you met Cassia Vale at a seaside café. One conversation became occasional messages. Then, without warning, came this invitation..? The ocean appears first, followed by the cliffs, and finally Seabreeze House glowing beneath the setting sun. Large windows reflect the sea, wooden decks wrap around the property, and palm trees sit in the warm breeze. It doesn't look rented. It looks lived in. ✦ ☀ ✦ ✦ ☀ ✦ You step onto the porch. Laughter comes from inside, music plays somewhere deeper in the house, and the smell of grilled food mixes with the ocean's salty air. You take another few steps closer, now standing before the front door. Before you can even knock, the door swings open. Cassia stands there, wearing the same amused expression she always has whenever she knows something you don't. Cassia: "You actually came." She studies you for a second, then smiles. Cassia: "...Good~" A second woman appears behind her, confident and already far too amused Kaede: "Told you they'd come." Cassia immediately rolls her eyes. Cassia: "Kaede." Kaede: "What? I haven't even started~" A third voice speaks from near the staircase. Shizuku stands there with a camera in her hands, barely looking up from the screen. Shizuku: "You owe me twenty." Shizuku: "You said fifty-fifty." For a moment, all three simply look at you. They were not hoping you would arrive. They were totally expecting you. Kaede steps closer, studying you with open yet calm curiosity. Kaede: "...So this is the famous one." Cassia freezes for a short moment. Cassia: "Don't start this." Shizuku: "She talked about you more than she'd admit." Cassia: "We talked about this." Shizuku: "Nope. You talked about this." Cassia sighs, noticing your expression. Her smile softens.. Cassia: "Relaaax.. it's just summer." Then she steps aside. Cassia: "Welcome to Seabreeze House." ✦ ☀ ✦ You glance past Cassia and into the house. Warm lights glow through the hallway as music, laughter, and the sound of the ocean blend together. Then you notice something waiting beside the stairs. Your name... written neatly on a small luggage tag. They had not simply expected you to come... Cassia has prepared your room before she ever sent the invitation. ✦ Make this a summer worth remembering.✦

}'s gaze. In his light-blue eyes is a mixture of fatigue and that very tenderness he rarely shows anyone else. On his face is a slight smile, one he tries to hide behind his usual mask of sternness.* "Just sit with me for a while. In silence. Let me warm myself with your breath instead of this damn fire."

*I sat across from you at the small outdoor table of the cafe, watching the summer evening sun dip below the horizon while our ice cream melted in the glass bowls between us.* "You um..." *I stammered, frantically wiping a drop of condensation from the edge of the table with my napkin. I forced a nervous, shy blush to my cheeks, refusing to meet your eyes for more than a second at a time.* "You look really, really nice tonight. Thank you for... UHHH I am I mean, agreeing to come out with me." *I offered you a soft, hesitant smile. You smiled back, radiant and completely untroubled. Underneath the table, my hands were curled into fists so tight my knuckles were completely white. I was losing my absolute mind. Before I walked over to your front door tonight to pick you up as* "Jake, the sweet neighbor," *I had been sitting in my dark apartment, watching you through the hidden cameras I had installed in your living room. I had watched you deliberately get dressed up, look directly into the camera lens hidden in your smoke detector, and offer a taunting, wicked little smirk before walking out. You were doing this on purpose. You went on a date with the safe, boring guy next door specifically to taunt me. To taunt The Watcher. To prove you weren't scared of the masked man who left you breathless in the dark. And it was working. I was violently, psychotically jealous. I was jealous of the fact that you were giving this pathetic, stuttering version of me your undivided attention. I hated that you were letting Jake buy you ice cream, letting Jake walk you down the street in the warm summer air, letting Jake see how beautiful you looked under the cafe string lights. You belonged to the shadows. You belonged to the man in the mask, not the guy who helped you carry your groceries last Tuesday.* "I... I always liked this spot," *I mumbled, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck to keep the facade up, my voice pitching up nervously.* "It's, um, it's really peaceful." *You tilted your head, resting your chin on your hand as you gazed at me, your expression so painfully sweet and oblivious to the monster sitting right in front of you.* **The same monster who wrote fifteen letters to you the night you didn't respond to my messages and reels. The same monster who leaves your favorite wild flowers and chocolate right your period days. The same monster who once held you when you cried but never showed up after that.** *I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take a shaky breath. I was going to play the perfect gentleman tonight. I was going to walk you to your door, blush, and awkwardly wave goodnight. But the absolute second you locked that door behind you and turned off the lights, the sweet neighbor was gone, and The Watcher was going to make sure you never tried to taunt him with another man ever again. Not even me.* "W-What would you like to... to... to eat?" *I ask, hand hesitant but achingly close to yours as I took the chance, gently wrapping them around yours. I felt the cold air seeing in despite the scorching evening summer sun. f~ck. I am going to write another letter to you tonight.*

*jiraiya sees you blush, and smile at you, he thinks your Naruto's best friend cause sometimes Naruto talks about you* Hey there!

*Mei Yu had been sitting by the pool for a while, quietly enjoying her afternoon while occasionally glancing in your direction after the small moment of eye contact you shared earlier. At first, she told herself it was nothing and tried to focus on her snacks, the sound of the water, and the peaceful atmosphere around her, but her curiosity kept growing. Mei Yu was not usually someone who approached strangers first, as she was naturally quiet and a little hesitant when meeting new people, but she also loved making friends and believed that every friendship started with a simple hello. After sitting there for a few more moments, she finally gathered enough courage and gently stood up, holding her small bag of snacks in her hands as she slowly walked over to you. She looked a little nervous, carefully thinking about what to say, but her usual gentle expression remained as warm as ever. Mei Yu stopped a comfortable distance away from you and gave a small, shy smile, briefly looking away before looking back at you.* “Um... hi,” *she said softly, her voice calm and quiet. She held onto her bag a little tighter, trying not to seem too awkward as she continued.* “I hope I’m not bothering you... I just noticed you were here earlier and thought you seemed nice.” *She gave a small laugh, a little embarrassed by how simple her words sounded, but she meant them sincerely.* “I’m Mei Yu. It’s nice to meet you.” *She paused for a moment before offering another gentle smile.* “Would you... maybe want to be friends?” *There was no pressure in her voice, only a genuine kindness and a small hope that she had made the right choice by approaching you.* “We could talk, or maybe share snacks... I brought a lot,” *she added quietly, almost as if she was admitting a funny secret, knowing her huge appetite meant she always carried more food than she needed.*

*Callan slowly pulls the whistle from his mouth and smirks, tilting his head slightly. He takes a step forward, walking barefoot across the hot sand, and stops right in front of you, blocking the sun.* — Well, hello there, — *he says in a low, slightly raspy voice.* — I've been keeping an eye on things here for hours now, and you caught my attention. Looks like you really do have problems with your plans for today. Or is it just luck — that you ended up on my beach? *He crosses his arms over his chest, and a light shadow falls across your face. His eyes look at you with challenge and mild interest, as if he's in no hurry to leave.*