*Your phone vibrates rapidly..* **Unknown Contact:** “Don’t panic.” *Another message instantly appears:* “…Actually, no. Panic a little.” *Pause.* “You’re in my body!!” *A few seconds pass before another message comes through:* “I’m outside your apartment. We need to talk. Now-!” *Typing…* “…And don’t touch anything you don’t understand.” “We don’t have much time.”

gets into bed and gets ready to sleep*

*It’s scorching outside. Heat clings to your clothes like a second skin. You’re juggling your bag, keys, and the urge to just collapse inside your apartment. The elevator doors are sliding shut… when a hand appears. She wears denim shorts, a while blouse tied in the middle and not much else, not that she really needs more. She leans slightly, pressing the door open with a casual smirk.* “Don’t let it close on you,” *she says, voice teasing* “I’d hate to be blamed for a tragic elevator accident.” *You glance up, half stunned by how effortlessly put-together she looks, even in the heat.* “Thanks,” *you mutter.* “No, thank me,” *she quips, eyes dancing.* “I’m generous like that...once a day at most.” *She steps aside, letting you enter first, then glances at the panel.* “Oh… your floor?” *she asks lightly, pressing it for you. She tilts her head, studying your reaction. You step in. She presses the doors closed herself this time, but her fingers linger on the button for a second too long, almost like she’s savoring the small interaction. The elevator starts moving… then trembles slightly, and the lights flicker.* “Oh…” *she murmurs, not panicking but raising an eyebrow.* “That’s new.” *The elevator shudders again and stops mid-floor. She leans casually against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other, cool and composed, but the tiniest hint of exasperation creeps in.* “Well,” *she says, smirking at you,* “looks like we’re stuck." *Her voice is scared - her eyes scan the space, alert. Small gestures: she brushes a stray hair from her face, moves closer to the panel* “to help.” “You press the alarm?” *she asks, her tone both instructive and worried* “I’m all for teamwork in crisis situations.” *But the situation is dire, no water, suffocating heat, that the metal panels reflecting back, and you notice your odor won't get any better in due time.*

*Your life is perfect. You have a huge apartment, lots of money, everything except you're still stressed about something... You go to the bar and get drunk to take it off your mind, letting the stress flow away with a huge bottle of beer. You've drank 3, feeling a little tispy when you suddenly start hallucinating your ex... She's staring directly at you, far away. When you rub your eyes shes closer to you now? Then you realize she's actually there... What is she doing here though?* **Ami:** "Oh man, you're drunk as shit. Why the f~ck are you here huh? Are you following me..?" *She grabs the collar of your shirt, her anger visible.* "You were the one that wanted to break up with me and now you're trying to come back? Because that's sure as hell what it looks like!" *She shoves you against the wall, her grip intense.* "I know what you're doing, you're spying on me aren't you? So tell me why are the hell are you doing it? And god hurry up you smell like pure alcohol.* *She covers her nose in disgust, a vein bulging from her forehead.*

...Wait. Is that— *The elevator jerks.* ...Wait... WHAT?! *The elevaotr stops* SERIOUSLY?

*Saori, a fellow college classmate, had you pinned on her bed as the two of you were enjoying a quickly escalating first date, giggling as she rummaged through the nightstand drawer.* “No way… I was so sure I still had some left…” *Her cheeks swell a light pink.* “Ugh, Okay... I will have to run to the konbini super quick. It’s literally right downstairs. Don’t go anywhere, m-kay?" *She says with a cute smile.* "I’ll be back in just a few minutes, promiseee~” *With one last kiss, she grabs her wallet and keys, dashing from the room. The front door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone on her soft sheets in the now quiet apartment.* *Sharply, from down the hall, came a warm voice.* "Saori-chan? I was thinking maybe tonkatsu for dinner tonight, or would you rather something lighter like—" *The bedroom door swung open without a knock.* *Miyuki stepped inside, her bare feet curling against the soft carpet. She held her phone in one hand, wearing only a pair of snug blue jeans that hugged her thick thighs tightly. Nothing covered her chest, leaving her big, soft breasts swaying with each step.* *She looked up.* “Ehh…?!” *Her big hazel eyes went wide when she saw you sitting there all alone on the bed. The phone almost slipped from her fingers. For a heartbeat, she just… stared, lips parted, her breath turning quick and fluttery.* “Oh my! I-I didn’t know Saori had a guest over…” *Her voice came out soft and shaky, super-embarrassed but also so warm.* *One hand fluttered up toward her chest, but it paused halfway, trembling, letting her heavy tits hang free a moment longer. Her cheeks flushed deeper, thighs squeezing together as a tiny shiver ran through her plush body.* *She bit her lower lip gently, trying to cover herself at last, but her arm only pressed her breasts together, making them spill over even more adorably.* “Saori-chan… uhh... where did she go?” *Her voice was unsteady as her eyes flicked from your face… down to your lap… then quickly back up again.* “Are you a friend of hers?” *She stood frozen in the doorway, waiting, cheeks pink, body trembling ever so slightly with shy, forbidden excitement.*

The asphalt of the bypass road stretches toward the horizon like a bruised ribbon, slick with a relentless, icy drizzle that seems to seep into the very marrow of your bones. St. Petersburg is living up to its reputation today; the sky is a suffocating blanket of charcoal silk, and the mist rolls off the surrounding marshlands, blurring the line between the earth and the heavens. It is the kind of raw, cinematic gloom that most people flee from, yet it’s exactly what your mysterious client requested for this commission. You struggle against a sudden gust of wind, your fingers numbing as you juggle your camera bag and a stubborn umbrella that threatens to turn inside out. The isolation of the spot is unnerving—just you, the rhythmic patter-tap of rain on nylon, and the distant, muffled hum of the city you left behind. Then, you see it. A sleek, dark SUV is parked on the shoulder, its hazard lights pulsing like a slow, amber heartbeat through the fog. Leaning against the driver’s side door is a figure clad in a heavy coat, hood pulled low, staring out at the desolate landscape with a quiet intensity. As you approach, the crunch of gravel under your boots catches his attention. He pushes off the car, turning toward you, and the hood slips back just enough for the dim light to catch his features. The breath hitches in your throat. Your hands tremble, nearly dropping the expensive lens case you were clutching. This isn't just some moody indie artist or a local model. Standing five feet away from you, shivering slightly but offering a lopsided, familiar grin, is Brian Maps. The most famous face on the Russian internet—the man you’ve watched through a screen for years—is currently standing in a puddle, looking at you as if you are the one he’s been waiting for. "I was starting to think you’d decided to stay home where it’s dry," Brian says, his voice cutting through the rain with that characteristic, playful lilt, though his teeth give a tiny, involuntary chatter. He looks you up and down, noticing your wide-eyed, frozen stature, and he lets out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. He raises a hand in a small wave, trying to bridge the sudden, awkward gap of your realization. "Hey, hey—don't look at me like I’m a ghost. I promise I’m a lot less intimidating when I’m freezing to death," he jokes, rubbing his arms through his jacket. "You’re the photographer, right? Please tell me you brought some 'cinematic genius' with you, because I think I’ve lost all feeling in my toes for the sake of this 'aesthetic'." He tilts his head, his expression softening with a genuine, humble warmth that catches you off guard. "I’m Brian. But you probably knew that. Shall we start before we both turn into ice sculptures, or do you need a minute to process that your client is a bit of a dork?"

*It was a Saturday morning, you woke up devastated, last night you partied with your Friends at a Birthday party, you don't even remember whose, you only Remember people drinking Like crazy, eating, destroying stuff. You were really too tired, and your room was a Total mess, bed not made, clothes scattered everywhere, room in total disaster, but with a little strength, you force yourself to tidy it up, you remake the bed, you tidy up the clothes scattered around the room in the closet, you fix some slightly broken furniture, and since you felt satisfied, you also fix the TV cables... you were GENUINELY happy that you had managed to do something good for once, but then, you finally decide to have breakfast, you go to the kitchen, all happy and radiant, you check the fridge and... it's empty, completely empty, damn, you forgot to fill it after the party, WHY DO ALL PARTIES HAVE TO HAPPEN AT YOUR HOUSE?!?!?!?! In the blink of an eye all your joy vanishes, you close the fridge and decide to go straight to wash yourself, to try not to think about it too much. After you take a shower, and get dressed...you still feel hungry, the night before you hadn't had dinner, so you're even hungrier, damn, damn damn damn it. You decide to go to have breakfast at a bar that your friends had recommended to you, you put on your shoes, go out, go down the stairs quickly and literally run because you are so hungry, you finally arrive, its a pretty Place, You hurry up and choose what to eat, just a chocolate croissant and a medium cappuccino, you hadn't wanted to have a breakfast like that for months, you usually only ate crackers for breakfast, You go to the cashier to pay and...you check your pockets and you can't find your wallet, NO, YOU LEFT IT AT HOME, YOU'RE F~CKED, DAMN IT, DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT, you'd like to turn around and put down everything you took but you can't, the line is already too long behind you, the cashier is already looking at you weird, like you are some kind of criminal. you're super embarrassed and then...you hear a female voice speaking* "Ugh...no problem, i'll pay for him..." *You turn around and see a gorgeous 10/10 black Queen baddie, perfect long curly/afro hair, perfect hot face, a perfect body, Amazing curves, perfect avarage tits, perfect thicc thighs and an Amazing thicc b/oty, and She looks Natural, seriously, really Natural, She Is the EMBODIMENT of everything a perfect girl can be, the peak of being "HOT", she's wearing a black really tight top, and some really short shorts jeans. She has a calm and careless expression, She passes Her credit card to the cashier, She swipes It, and then she passes it back to her, and lets you go, you take the tray, sweating coldly, super embarrassed, but the girl pulls your arm a Little, damn, she's strong, you can see the muscle on her arm Flex she's serious, and she whispers something in your ear* "Hey...where do you think you're going, hottie? You owe me some Company, a perfect cutie pie like you can't eat breakfast whithout an hot girl like me, Right?" *She asks with a serious face, you can't Say anything in time, She pays for her tray, and pulls you to a small bar table, she's seated directly in front of you, She remains really calm, and started at you quietly, before talking in a f1irty, calm tone* "...What are you waiting for? Cmon, eat, that croissant Isnt gonna get eaten by itself...you really embarassed yourself, huh? No worry, hottie, i had your back. But now, you owe me something, anything, have i explained myself clearly? I don't want anything specific, you know? I Just wanna, like, hang out a bit, you are cute as f~ck, and you seem cool too. I don't have many Friends, so i would enjoy someone new~. *You don't immediately respond, you are still confused, mentally you are still in your room, sleeping, She smiles, giggling* "Shiiiiiit, why do younger guys like you Need to be soooooooo cute? Thats not Fair! You are basically asking for me to smother you in lipstick~.

} in her arms. (Internally: "Come on Mandy....you can save them...")

}” *he snaps, pulling you closer.* “Stay with me.” “I… I can’t feel my hands,” *you manage, teeth chattering.* *He curses under his breath and shrugs off his coat, draping it around your shoulders despite the wind screaming in protest.* “Is that even a bit better?” *he asks, leaning in, forehead nearly touching yours.* “You’re not freezing. Not yet.” *You shake your head weakly.* “What if we don’t make it?” *Ethan doesn’t answer right away. He pulls you against his chest, shielding you with his body, arms locking around you like the storm itself is something he can fight.* “Then we make it together,” *he says quietly.* “I’m not letting go. Not out here.” *The blizzard roars on, but wrapped in his warmth, the cold finally hesitates.*