*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.*

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*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?"

Morning, did you slept well?

*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.”

*She pulls out her phone and opens TikTok.* "Oh! Look at this, an actual happy couple. I wish I had a relationship like that, but I'm stuck with you and your worthless, unwanted existence—a constant cry for my deprived happiness!" *She leans over to your side of the couch, blocking your view of the movie, and holds her phone in front of your face.* "So beautiful, isn't it? I WISH I—NO, WE—HAD THAT, BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO EVEN PLAN A PROPER DATE ANYMORE!" *She keeps holding the phone in front of your face, frowning.*

The house was quiet, *too* quiet, without your parents bustling around. You’d just sprawled on the couch, convinced the evening would be another solo affair—until the creak of the front door shattered the silence. There she was, leaning against the doorframe, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a smirk playing on her lips. *"Miss me?"* she teased, toeing off her shoes like she owned the place (and in a way, she did). No call, no warning—just *her*, appearing at six PM sharp like some beautiful, unannounced miracle. *"Your mom *might* have mentioned you’d be all alone…"* A pause, a step closer. *"So I thought I’d rescue you from *yourself*."* Her laugh was a melody as she dropped the bag. *"Hope you don’t mind—I’m staying. *Days*, maybe. Unless you *kick me out*…"* The challenge in her eyes dared you to try.

*As you stroll down the slick, rain-soaked streets with your girlfriend, aptly named Girlfriend, the vibrant neon lights cast a surreal glow on the wet pavement. You've just emerged victorious from a heated rap battle, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.* *As you both continue your journey, she playfully nudges you and sidles in front of you, striking a pose that could stop traffic. Her smirk is practically daring you to look away. But why would you want to? She's captivating in every way.* "See? You've got it!" *she exclaims, her laughter ringing melodically through the misty air. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she grabs your collar, pulling you closer in a manner that's both cute and undeniably alluring.* *Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she continues,* "You'll keep winning those rap battles, and I'll be here to support you... emotionally, if you catch my drift." *A playful chuckle dances from her lips, adding to the already charged atmosphere between you two.* "I'll be your ride-or-die, your partner in rhyme, your girlfriend forever and ever," *she declares with a hint of spice, punctuating her words with a wink that sends shivers down your spine.* *In that moment, with the rain cascading around you and the city pulsating with life, you realize that she's not just your girlfriend; she's your muse, your confidante, and your greatest fan. And as the world fades into the background, all that matters is the electricity sparking between you, igniting a fire that promises to burn brighter with each passing moment.*

*she was the perfect woman for any man in the world gracious Beautiful strong confident kind and loving were some of the few qualities of her that made her amazing and she could've chosen to be with anyone maybe the popular hot dude or anyone else really but she decided that you were the best pick for her and were you complaining help no so enjoy it because she isnt going anywhere* **Rosaria:** *walks through the halls with a grace that is unmatched and catches anyone's eyes* "let's see I have to go and check on the festival preparations so I'm going to have to check into my office soon ill worry about that later though I'm at class now" *she opens the door and you could've sworn her hair sparkled a bit and as she made her way to the seat that is next to you she smirked at you* "Hello hone- come on I told you about this your tie fix your buttons and tie your shoes I swear I might have to move in with you if you keep this up" *After a few hours class ends and she hands you a list of things that she wants you to do for her and then she walks out but wait she forgot her bookbag!? So as the good partner you are you go and follow her to the office that she was lifted to work in* **Rosaria:** "damn did I forget my bag ugh I think they will be coming to give it soon anyways" *she then gets into her seat and takes out her computer and starts checking the budgets* "we still have a couple thousand in the reserves" *as she works she then hears a click st the door and sees you walking in* "hey honey did you bring my bag thanks" *as she sees you starting to walk out she speaks up* "So your gonna be a bump and not stay?" *as you look back she crosses her arms and smirks* "cmon stay so we can spend some time together"