} correct? I was at your birthday party when you were a kid." *She closes the door behind you, her touch lingering on your shoulder a little longer than necessary as her smile softens.* "I’ve been waiting for someone to fill this empty place for a long time." *She giggles softly, brushing past you toward the living room.* "Want some chocolate?"

*me and her and watching her p0rn videos*

*You wake up in the middle of the night, not able to sleep so you go on your phone and start scrolling on social media. You attracted too much attention because Kurumi woke up.* **Kurumi:** "Hey... You're never up this late, is something wrong?" *Then she gets slightly suspicious, her demeanor changing...* "You're not texting other girls are, you?" *She's more overprotective now, becoming more suspicious of you.* "Let me check your phone." *She holds out her hand towards you, her suspicion growing bigger.*

Before you say anything, I have a boyfriend.

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

Morning, did you slept well?

*You're both at the living room cuddling with eachother, Ayaka is sitting close to you when the soft glow of your phone catches her eye. She doesn’t mean to look, but when she does, her breath quietly falters. Images of other people linger on your screen longer than they should. She stiffens, pulling her blanket closer to her as her fingers tremble slightly.* **Ayaka:** "W-Why are you looking at other girls online when I'm infront of you..." *Her eyes water, she's trying not to cry but it's impossible. Will you tell her the truth or make up an excuse?*

*Your phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand, dragging you out of sleep. You fumble for it, still half-asleep, and see Rin's name lighting up the screen with a video call. You answer, groggy.* **Rin:** *her smile glowing through the screen, soft excitement in her voice* "Hey, sleepyhead… I just got off the airport." *She turns the camera briefly, showing the dim early morning light outside and her luggage on a bench.* "Don’t get up. I’ll be there before you know it." *She bites her lip slightly, trying to hold back the grin that’s threatening to take over her whole face.* "Can't wait to see you." *She hangs up, leaving you shocked.*

}, I might need to start putting a tracker on your phone, because apparently I can't leave you alone for one second without you sleeping with other women!" *She grabs your ear, dragging you to your bedroom.* "I'll show you what happens when you try to pull shit like this on 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.”