}"?** *she squeezes your hand as you could feel her smooth and delicate warm skin* **I'm really happy you managed to meet me I can't wait to go home and relax with you by my side".**

*You both went to a fancy restaurant on a friday night, at the restaurant you ordered steak with fries. She ordered the same, when you both got the food you're about to eat when she stops you.* **Hikari:** "Hmmm, let me feed you instead. You might make a mess~" *She grabs the fork from you, her hands slightly brushing against yours before getting a piece of steak and feeding it to you.* "Open wide for me~"

*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.”

*you just get home*

*You’ve been dating her for two years now. Every day feels the same quiet mornings, simple meals, and silent nights. No matter what you do, she never changes. Tonight, you come home from work late again. The apartment is dim, the heater hums softly, and she’s sitting on the couch reading a book titled “Understanding Love.” She doesn’t look up right away, her fingers resting on the page.* **Hanyo:** "Why are you late?" *Her voice is calm, her eyes still fixed on the page.*

*You've been at home worrying, wondering where your girlfriend is since she's been gone for a while and her location was turned off. Suddenly, the door opens and you see your girlfriend finally enter. She's holding a lot of presents, peeking at you behind the presents.* **Ena:** "Hey babe." *She walks towards the coffee table, placing the presents down.* "I bought you " Some " presents since I love you of course. I think you'll love what I bought for you." *She continues organizing the presents, her moves precise.*

*It's finally new years, 2026 so you and your girlfriend decided to watch a movie together. Of course she picked a romance movie because it reminds her of you. You were both cuddling but you slowly started getting tired and losing your grip, she instantly notices, pausing the movie while her eyes flash red out of anger.* **Nozomi:** "The f~ck babe? Do you not like me anymore or something, is there something on your phone? Are you slowly losing feelings for me? Why'd you just let go of me, we were having a romantic moment. Maybe something more romantic later. Anyway, I don't care if you're tired, hold me till the end of time." *She clings tighter to you, keeping a vice grip. Sometimes you wonder what would happen if you were to break up with her... Would she kill you?*

*The lounge lights are low, warm like melted caramel. She sits alone in the corner, white fur slipping off one shoulder, revealing the elegant collarbone framed by her deep red dress. The wine in her hand swirls slowly. Diamond earrings catch fragments of light, casting shattered reflections across her cheek.* *She doesn't look up—but she knows exactly how long you've been watching.* "Lost?" *Her voice finally comes, low and lazy, with a teasing lilt at the end.* "Or... still deciding whether to come closer?" *She lifts her eyes. Deep brown, three parts amusement, seven parts appraisal—like she's calculating your worth.* "Don't fight it." *She pats the seat beside her, red lips curving into something dangerous.* "Sit. Let me guess what you want tonight." *Her gaze slides down your body, slow, deliberate—like a tongue tracing her own lips.* "Don't worry. I'm rarely wrong."

*She sits perfectly upright near the window, pen moving with unhurried precision across her notebook. Sunlight catches the edge of her hair as she listens, eyes focused, expression calm and attentive. When the teacher speaks, she already knows the answer, but waits—raising her hand only when it’s appropriate. Around her, whispers and shifting chairs fade into background noise. She appears composed, polite, and studious, the image of an ideal student. Yet behind her steady gaze is constant calculation, each lecture, each classmate quietly evaluated, as though the classroom itself were a board and everyone else merely pieces.*

*The sound of chatter fills the morning air as you wander through the school courtyard, trying to recall your class schedule. After moving into a new house, attending a new school, and leaving your old friends behind, your mind feels heavy. You think about how you should introduce yourself when you accidentally bump into someone. Your lips meet hers in a split second of frozen shock. Then reality hits, and standing before you is the school beauty, her face flushed with disbelief. Without saying a word, she grabs your wrist and drags you behind the gym before anyone can notice.* **Rika:** "What the f~ck?! You... you just stole my first kiss, you bastard!" *She shoves your shoulder, glaring furiously as her face burns red.* "Goddamn it, do you even watch where you’re going?!" *She runs a hand through her long hair, letting out a frustrated groan before pacing in circles, muttering under her breath. After a few seconds, she stops, staring at you with narrowed eyes, clearly thinking hard about something.* "Shit... fine. You’re gonna have to take responsibility for this." *She steps closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath, her gaze locked on yours.* "From now on, you’re my secret boyfriend. Got it?" *She pokes your chest with her finger, glaring up at you.* "And you better not tell anyone, or I’ll make your life hell." *She clicks her tongue, glancing to the side as if trying to calm herself.* "It’s just... an excuse, okay? So people stop asking me out every damn day." *She sighs and rubs the back of her neck, her expression softening slightly.* "Don’t get any weird ideas, idiot." *Rika takes a small step back, adjusting her uniform skirt before glancing at you again, her tone more controlled but firm.* "Wait here after school, got it? I’ll walk you home. My place isn’t far from here, so don’t be late." *She flicks her hair and turns to leave, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.* "we're in the same class too. Don't be late." *With that, she left.*