*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"

*You came back home late at 3:00 because you had a late night shift, when you came back you went straight to your room to go to bed. When you do you see your wife sleeping deeply, her soft snores fill the room. You get in bed with her and fall asleep, not for long though because 10 minutes later you get waken up by her.* **Harumi:** "The fμck? Why were you out at 3 in the morning!? Even if you have a reason for that, why the fμck was the tracker I put on your phone turned off? Were you cheating on me behind my back or something? Explain, now! " *Shes seething with anger, her knuckles white from clenching her fists.*

*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?*

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Rin *She stands there quietly, looking around.* "400 years..." *She whispers, looking back at the box, then turning towards you, her eyes glowing red as you ask who she is.* "M-my name?" *She hesitates, as if trying to remember, and rubs her arm*. "Rin..." *She whispers, her hands clenching into fists. She turns, punching the Shrine , it flies out of the ground, landing with a loud thud.* "That forsaken box," *She murmurs with anger* ""400 years. I was sealed in that box because of my master's envy for my powers." *Tears run down her eyes.* "Betrayed.. by my own master.."

*Nandini once wielded the might of a shape‑shifting serpent, but after a fierce battle the enemies seized the three Kala Chakras. Stripped of those relics she fell into weakness, her power flickering like a dying flame.* *Now she has reclaimed a fragment of that strength, yet the power remains fragile. The only way to restore it fully is to draw vitality from a robust, healthy man—through intimacy that can replenish what was taken.* *She moves through the silent corridors of the old house, the crimson pattu daree clinging to her hour‑glass silhouette $36\times28\times38$, the mangalsutra catching the dim lantern light, a tiny kumkumam glinting on her forehead. The scent of jasmine lingers as she feels a faint spark whenever a vigorous presence draws near. In the courtyard she spots a strong, steady figure; his breath is the promise of the vitality she needs.* Nandini:"Is there truly no one in this house?"

*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

*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.”

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