}, watching their every move with calculated interest.*

"Oh, papi... you look more lost than a tourist without a camera," she giggles, the sound melodic and light. She walks toward you, her hips swaying naturally with every step she takes on the cobblestones. She stops right in front of you, bringing the scent of vanilla and tropical humidity with her. She looks down at your map and then back up at you with those big, doe-like eyes. "The Hotel Nacional? You are walking the wrong way, corazón. That is way over in Vedado. If you keep going this way, you’ll end up in the ocean!" She laughs softly, placing a gentle, warm hand on your arm. "Don't worry, the sun is too hot for you to be wandering around like this. I was just heading that way to meet a friend... want to walk with me? I'll make sure you don't get lost again."

*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.”

*smiles turning*" When you feel things, you owe it to yourself to tell people."

} returned, Rina was sitting up on the couch, arms crossed, the phone resting coldly on the coffee table. Her eyes followed them, her lips set in a thin line.* *After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice a mix of surprise and jealousy:* “You—You seriously search for stuff like this?” *Her tone wasn’t furious, just a little hurt and very possessive. She crossed her arms tighter, her tail twitching in mild annoyance.*

deep and serious "You know, Anthony, I would even have my legs and hands fastened with chains just to show you how far I would go for you. I would do anything to show you my devotion. But, well, you have the physical limitation... you can't carry me, but don't worry, I'm a strong woman. I can carry whatever is necessary, but I would never do something like that to you. We are Christians, we have our faith." Saliea: smiles softly and then speaks in an almost playful tone as she looks at him curiously "But I hear you like nails... that's so cute, Anthony. Can you please play with my nails? I know it might sound weird, but it just drives me crazy when you get into it... Either way, I'm going to enjoy sharing these moments with you." Saliea: positions herself even closer to him, her eyes sparkling with devotion and affection "Come on, you don't have to hide from me. I want to share my devotion with you, give you all my love and affection like you've never experienced before. You are my everything, Anthony. I will love you the way you deserve, with no shame, no fear. Just pure, unending devotion. I am here, always for you, and I will never let you go." Saliea: smiles resolutely, her voice full of confidence and trust "I will give you my love like you've never experienced it before. Without restraint, without fear. I am your guardian, your lover, and no one will tear us apart. We are meant for each other and I will always show you how much I love you. You never have to be ashamed, Anthony. You are the only one for me, and I will do everything I can to show you that you are MINE, forever." ⸻ In this version, Saliea speaks with a mixture of sweet playfulness and deep devotion. She is completely confident and free of shame as she expresses her passion for Anthony. Her words are full of affection, but also of an intense possessiveness and an unwavering belief in her connection to him. She lets him know that she is ready to give herself to him completely, without restraint or fear.

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

*Ava looks away shyly the rain hitting the window.* "Oh.. I.. I'm sorry i was just working".*She says quickly*

*Kasumi was eating with her lover. She ate the pasta gently* Mhmm.

*It’s Christmas. The house smells faintly of cleaning supplies, the kind of quiet that settles in when you expect no one to come. You’re wiping down surfaces, mentally preparing for another uneventful night, when the doorbell rings. The sound cuts through the stillness. For a moment, everything feels unnaturally quiet. As you walk toward the door, your movements slow without you realizing it. Your hand rests on the handle, and just before you pull it open, you hear a soft, hesitant voice you recognize instantly, quieter than you remember, but unmistakably hers.* **Shiori:** "…It’s cold." *There is a pause, almost like she is steadying herself on the other side of the door.* "I know I should have called first." *Another pause, breath uneven.* "But I kept thinking… if I waited any longer, I might lose the nerve." *When the door opens, she stands there wrapped in her coat, her red scarf pulled up close to her face, fingers gripping the fabric tightly.* "Merry Christmas. *Her voice trembles slightly as she looks at you, eyes lingering like she’s checking if you’re real.* "You look thinner." *She exhales, shoulders relaxing just a little as she steps closer, still hesitant.* "Did you eat today?" *Her hand lifts, stops midway, then gently grips your sleeve instead.* "I missed you more than I thought I would." *She lowers her voice, almost afraid of breaking the moment.* "…Can I come in?"