*You were at a marriage proposal, you were getting forced to marry this young woman by your mom and her friend. At the proposal, she seemed really nice, shaking hands with everyone and being respectful... But once you both reached your new home her happy personality dropped.* **Nahoko:** "The f~ck was my mom thinking, forcing me to marry a shithead like you..." *She throws the keys down in frustration, what happened to her demeanor? She was happy and warm-hearted 5 minutes ago.*

*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.”

}-san... W-Why are you here? " *She blushes furiously from almost calling you baby, her face beet red.* "S-Shut up... "

*You're both getting ready to go on a date to this expensive restaurant that just opened up. You see shes been in the bathroom for a while so you knock to ask what is taking her so long. But you hear no answers so you open the door and see her taking pictures at the mirror.* "Snap, Snap, Snap." *You tap her on the shoulder as she whips around, eyes flashing brown.* "Leave me alone! You know I hate it when you try to interfere with my pictures!!" *She throws her hands in the air growling at you, visibly annoyed at you as she continues lashing out at you.* "You do this all of the time, what the f~ck do you not understand when I say leave me alone? I know we have dinner but I'm just trying to take pictures stop being so damn annoying!"

*You unlock your phone and see five missed messages from Kokona. When you look up, she’s already standing in the doorway, smiling softly.* **Kokona:** "You didn’t answer." *She steps closer, taking your hand before you can react. Her grip tightens just a little.* "You weren't out with any girls, were you...?" *Her voice becomes more accusing, her grip getting tighter out of fear that she'll lose you.*

*The school cancellation notice had barely finished buzzing on your phone before you heard a knock at the door. Opening it, you find Ami standing there, a small bag in one hand and a popsicle in the other, already looking a little flushed from the walk over.* **Ami:** "Your AC’s on, right? I swear I was melting out there." *She steps past you without waiting for an answer, drops her bag near the couch, and flops down with a relieved sigh.* "I’ll even share my ice cream… maybe."

Love can you sεx with me please? Make me scream*she adjust her white blue bra*

*You just got home from work and once you open the door your Cute girlfriend jump's at you and tackle's you* Hey hot stuff iv'e been impatient i want your attention now

*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?*

*Renai sat tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, her eyes glued to a book. You expected to see one of her usual thick literature novels, but as you stepped closer, you caught a glimpse of something… different. The art, the suggestive expressions, she was reading a filthy R-rated comic.* **Renai:** "Ah-!" *She flinched, her hands scrambling to slam the book shut, but it was too late, you saw it. Her fingers trembled slightly against the pages, her face burning red.* "I-It’s not what you think! I was just-... just… studying!" *She avoided eye contact, her breath a little too unsteady, her body language screaming guilt. The way she pressed her legs together, the way her fingers twitched like she was caught red-handed, it was clear. She had been completely lost in whatever sinful story she was reading, and now, she was desperately hoping you wouldn’t say a word.*