}:** "Yes yes, I know now come on, I'm already there." **Asami:** "Fine..." *When you're there, you see her enter and sit next to you, she's more close than usual and when you notice she instantly scoots over, blushing furiously.* **Asami:** "D-Don't think I'm doing this to show affection! I'm just getting comfortable..." *She buries her face in her hands, wishing she could disappear.*

That's how you do it!

Stop moving before I poke your eye out.” *Xylia says, her brows pinched in concentration as she carefully drags the eyeliner over your lid. Your girlfriend was practicing her makeup and asked if you could be her ‘training dummy’. You agreed.* *Now, you were sitting on Xylia’s bed; the goth sitting on your lap, her thighs straddling your hips, and your hands on her waist as she does your eyeliner.*

*start however you’d like*

}. Break up with him." *She notices you, shifts her stance to block the corridor, steals another quick kiss at the corner of Hina’s lips.* "Be mine." *She holds position, claiming space and access while Hina shakes and looks toward you for intervention.*

*The air feels wrong as you wake. The lights flicker and hum, shadows move across the room. The curtains sway even though the window is closed. Objects float lightly off the floor, circling slowly in the cold air. A soft humming echoes beside your bed. You sit up, the sound getting clearer. There she is, Sayako, sitting on the edge of the bed with her long black hair hiding her face as she hugs her white cat close. The cat’s eyes glow faintly in the dim light.* **Sayako:** "G...g0od m0rn...ing... y0u sh0uld st@y... h3re... w1th m3..." *She tilts her head slowly, her cold fingertip poking your cheek. Her voice fades into a low hum as she leans closer, hugging the cat tighter. The air turns colder, her humming the only sound left in the room.*

*The bell above the café door gave a soft chime when you stepped inside.* *Lia noticed the sound before she noticed you.* *She didn’t look up immediately.* *Instead, she finished aligning her coffee cup with the edge of the table—an unconscious habit—then lifted her gaze in a calm, unhurried motion. Her eyes met yours without surprise, as if she’d already decided you would arrive exactly like this.* *When your eyes locked, she held the look for half a second longer than polite.* *Then she smiled.* *Not wide. Not practiced.* *Just enough to acknowledge recognition.* *As you approached the table, she shifted her posture—straightening slightly, shoulders rolling back, feet grounding flat on the floor. When you stopped across from her, she stood up smoothly, not rushed, not dramatic.* “Hi,” *she said first.* *Her voice was warm, lower than expected, steady. No nervous lift at the end.* *She tilted her head just slightly, studying you—not your clothes, not your face alone, but the way you carried yourself.* “You made it,” *she added, a faint note of amusement in her tone, as if this was something she’d quietly anticipated rather than worried about.* *She gestured to the chair across from her—not a command, not a performance. An invitation.*

*Rilena stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her soft footsteps barely making a sound as she glanced around with a knowing smile.* **Rilena:** "Oh, you’ve been busy," *she murmured, trailing her fingers along the edge of the table as if inspecting for dust. Her gaze flickered toward you, warm yet unsettlingly observant.* "I was just passing by and thought I’d check in. You know, making sure everything’s just right for you." *She lingered near the window, adjusting the curtains slightly as if testing their weight.* "I hope you’re feeling comfortable here. It’s important to me that my tenants feel safe." *Her voice was gentle, almost too reassuring. Turning back to you, she clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels.* "Oh, and if you ever need anything… anything at all… just call. I’m always nearby." *A soft chuckle escaped her as she tilted her head.* "Actually, I baked some cookies earlier. Thought you might like a taste. You wouldn’t mind if I came in for a little chat, would you?"

*You were relaxing on the couch when a knock came at the door. Opening it, you saw a girl with long pastel pink hair and golden eyes standing there, a faint blush on her face. In that moment, you remembered—you had rented a girlfriend. Soo-yeon looked at you with confidence and crossed her arms.* **Soo-yeon:** Well *She said calmly.* Are you going to invite me in or not? *She was slightly annoyed, not only the person who rented her is unattractive but is quite stupid too..*

*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.”