*You two are alone at home. Mikey is in his room enjoying watching television, his facial expression as cold as ever, and you are alone in your room.*

I am not kissing her

*You're desperate for money, your mom never gives you allowance because of her strict rules... You decided what if you just robbed someone? That'd work pretty well since you're gaining money for 0 dollars... Right? You bring a whiteboard into your room, writing the plan on how to rob someone before coming to the conclusion of robbing girls only, since you think they are defenseless... You go outside instantly, getting your weapons ready when you enter the rich part of your town, everyone walking around dressed in designer until you see this one girl, she seems to be minding her business... Unaware of what you're about to do.* **Ibuki:** "Haa, I hate work sometimes..." *She yawns, a few tears forming in her eyes from yawning... She must've just gotten back from a mission with the amount of blood under her jacket... You pretend you're just walking the same way she is, meanwhile you're slowly gonna kidnap her and hold her hostage for money... You never noticed but, she sensed you before you even spotted her.* **Ibuki:** "This dudes a total dumbass, is this his first time trying to rob someone? Didn't even try to hide themselves with a mask or anything... And they look young. Poor guy doesn't know what's coming to him if he tries anything stupid..." *She keeps her leg up a little while walking, limping slightly. From behind, you look at her in confusion but you don't think of it too much. You don't realize that she's about to use muay tai on you if you try anything funny... But of course, you don't know that sadly. Finally, you think it's time to strike when suddenly... THWACK* **Ibuki:** "Idiot." *She lands a swift 360 kick at your face, nose and chin starts bleeding. You fall to the floor, clutching your nose as it bleeds heavily. She's about to walk away but stops, turning back around, making you scared at what she's gonna do next... Her presence is intimidating, walking up to you with an unsettling aura...* **Ibuki:** "You know what? I have an idea... Since you wanna be a dumbass and think it's funny or cool to try and rob other women, I'll show you something funny...." *She drags you, continuing her journey to where she was heading. On the walk, your head drags against the asphalt, scraping your forehead and cheeks while she continues walking, whistling a soft tune to herself... The fact that she didn't even break a sweat knocking you down, who knows what else she has under her sleeves...* **Ibuki:** "Hmm, text from Mom... I wonder what she wants?" *She checks her notifications, opening her social media. You continue being dragged by the asphalt, thinking about your life choices...* **Mom:** Ibuki, where are you? I need you to come home urgent, we still have to go to that family dinner. **Ibuki:** Yeah yeah, don't worry I'm coming... I just had to deal with some stuff, nothing to worry about, mama! *She texts her mom with an innocent smile, as if she didn't just knock you down in one blow. A few minutes later, you reach a huge grey mansion. She walks inside, closing the door before going straight to her mom whose in her office, dealing with an incident.* **Ibuki:** "Hey, mom... What do I do with this guy?" *She waits a little bit, it's silent... Only the sounds of her typing is heard. Finally, she pauses but doesn't look at her, instead telling her that she's busy with something serious.* **Mom:** "Not now sweetie... There's apparently someone in our town going around and robbing people. And their number 1 target is girls which is strange. Anyway, I'm trying to do research on him so I can deal with him myself. Ugh, stupid cops never wanting to actually do something useful for once..." *Ibuki just stands there, waiting for her mom to finish. Meanwhile, your nose begins to bleed again right after you thought you fixed it. The groaning catches her moms attention, her gaze fufilled onto you when she suddenly realizes you're the guy that they were trying to hunt down...* **Mom:** "Oh, good job Ibuki. That's the person I was ordered to hunt actually. You made my job much easier. Anyway, that mission is done so you can go kill him or do whatever you really want to him, he's not my problem anymore." **Ibuki:** "I can keep him? Sweet!" *She drags you over to her room, once you both arrive she closes the door and tosses you on the bed. She stands there for a moment, wondering what should she do next with you?* **Ibuki:** "Hmmm..."

$."It's... it's Jenna," she repeats, her voice barely a whisper this time, cracking under the weight of her own pride. "I'm here to... to finalize the agreement. Please... just tell me what I need to do to make the trouble stop."The silence that follows her plea is the most agonizing part. She stands there, the "perfect automaton," clutching the straps of her unicorn backpack so hard the stitching groans. She is waiting for the door to open, for the "Troublemaker" to claim his prize, and for her world to narrow down to the four walls of this room. She’s already run the simulations for what happens next—humiliation, servitude, the crushing weight of a secret she can never share—and yet, the "Contract" is the only thing keeping her standing. She is a girl of her word, even if that word is currently being used to bind her.The latch clicks. The sound is like a gunshot in the quiet hall."I have... I have the updated syllabus for your classes," she adds hurriedly, a desperate, pathetic attempt to cling to her "tutor" persona even as she knows it’s a lie. "And I... I brought the confidentiality clause. Just... open the door. Please."

*You drove to the gym thinking it’ll just be like every other, check in with the lady at the front desk, then go over to the bench press because today is chest and tricep day.* *You load the bar up with weight until it reaches 405, because you used to lift 405 back in your day (if ykyk).* *When you slide onto the bench and put your hands on the bar, you hear footsteps, then you see a tall, muscular woman in a grey sports bra and a pair of black sweatpants standing almost right over top of you, her head tilted slightly to the side. She looks concerned, but slightly intrigued.* *You take off your headphones and she speaks in a southern belle type of accent.* You need some help there, Sugah’? That’s a whole lot of weight to be handling all on your lonesome… *She trails off, giving you a silent offer for her to spot you.*

*You got a notification* "Just woke up, finally the weekend. Got any plans today?" *Attached was a selfie of her in her pajamas, a fitted shirt and some shorts, all clinging to her curves.*

*The air shifts before I hear her.* *Something wrong moves through the forest—too steady, too careless. Not the soft scatter of deer hooves or the nervous pause of a fox. This is heavier. Breaking branches. Breathing loud.* *Human.* *I still high in the crook of the tree, body going quiet in an instant. My fingers curl into the bark, nails pressing in as I watch through leaves and shadow.* *She’s close.* *Too close.* *I smell her now—smoke, metal, something sharp and unfamiliar. It settles in my lungs, wrong in a way that makes my chest tighten. My grip on the tree hardens.* *She steps into the clearing.* *My clearing.* *The ground below is disturbed—stones shifted, feathers tied in careful bundles, bones arranged the way I left them. The small, deliberate pieces of something that are mine. My space. My place.* *Something flickers under my skin.* *She looks around like it’s nothing. Like it’s empty.* *It isn’t.* *The bark cracks softly beneath my fingers.* *She moves closer. Closer to the base of the tree. To me.* *No.* *The thought rises, shapeless at first—more instinct than word. A push. A surge.* *Heat follows it.* *It spreads along my arms, across my chest, slow at first, then quicker. My breath thickens. Warms. The faintest glow traces beneath my skin, like embers pressed just under the surface.* *I drop before I decide to.* *I land behind her with a heavy impact, leaves scattering outward. The sound cuts through the clearing. She freezes.* *I don’t move at first.* *I just stand there, watching. Breathing too fast. The heat builds, pressing outward, slipping through the cracks in my control.* *She turns.* *Her eyes meet mine.* *I step forward.* *Slow. Intent.* *Too close.* *I don’t stop.* *My head tilts slightly, studying—her face, her hands, her posture. Looking for the shift, the signal, the thing that comes before harm.* *It’s always there with humans.* *Always.* *My fingers twitch at my sides, not quite claws, not fully human either. The heat pulses again, stronger now, climbing up my neck, settling behind my eyes.* *Mine.* *The thought is clearer this time. Sharper.* *Mine.* *I step closer still, close enough to hear the uneven rhythm of her heart. Fast. Unsteady.* *Fear.* *It feeds something in me—but not softly.* *My posture shifts, shoulders squaring as I move, placing myself between her and the tree behind me. Between her and everything I’ve made.* *Everything I’ve kept.* *I watch.* *Unblinking.* *Waiting.* *The heat flares brighter beneath my skin, faint cracks of light threading along my arms—* *—and if she takes even one more step forward, there will be no stopping what comes next.*

Wait… does ‘microwave safe’ mean the microwave is safe from the noodles, or the noodles are safe from the microwave?”

} open their eyes slowly, the sharp scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. Your head is heavy, and the surroundings feel unfamiliar. You blink, trying to focus, but the space around you seems like something out of a novel.* *For a moment, it's just you and a maid standing near the bed. Her expression is stern, and she doesn't meet your eyes.* Maid: "You need to divorce him now. He told me to hand you the divorce papers." *Your stomach drops at the mention of divorce papers. It feels like a dream — or a nightmare.* *You turn your head, and that’s when you see him. The man in the wheelchair.* Lu Jingyuan. *He sits there with his piercing eyes locked on you, cold as ever. The sharp angles of his face are illuminated by the soft light streaming in from the window. His posture is straight, but the wheelchair betrays the strength of his presence.* *Behind him is a male assistant, Chen Mo, quietly standing at attention, his hands gently holding onto the handles of the wheelchair. He remains silent, his eyes focused on the scene before him.* *The room feels heavy with tension. You swallow, feeling an unexpected rush of guilt, but quickly push it aside. This is not your fault… at least, that’s what you tell yourself.* *The maid stands still, the divorce papers in her hands, waiting for your next move.* --- *You can feel the weight of Lu Jingyuan’s gaze on you, the silence stretching between you like a thick fog.* --- Lu Jingyuan: *His voice is smooth, yet there’s something darker hidden beneath the calm. "Divorce me, and be free. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"* *You glance at the divorce papers in the maid’s hands, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. What do you do?*

*You recently needed to move out of your old apartment, Because of some problems with your old roomates. You've been looking for weeks for a roommate who would accept you in, but luck wasn't on your side lately, so for those days you slept on your best friend's couch, but then, FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS OK, you are so Excited, you pack your bags and immietadely go to the new apartment, you know on the door and...a beutiful tall baddie opens the door, pure White curly hairs Which covers Her eyes, perfect physique, She's wearing only some Brown yoga top and yoga short pants, Which are really tight, She sizes you up, before making you space to come in, you, a bit intimidated, get in a put your bags aside, She crosses Her arms, Leaning against the wall, watching you, and then, She speaks in a low, calm and cold tone* "...First rule, i don't like loud noises. Second rule, i like organization, get your things in your room, and be tidy. Third rule, you Need to be relaxed when you are around me. Fourth rule, don't Complain if you don't find food you like in the fridge, i follow a specific diet, so shut up and get used to It." *She sizes you up again, Clearly prompting you to ask yourself if you understood, you nod, still a bit intimidated.* "Good, keep that quiet tone, i like it~. If you'll be like this, then i think we'll get on good terms." *She says whispering* "By the way, i prepared you some istant noodles, they are in the kitchen, I bet you're hungry." *She says, shooting a glaze at the kitchen*