Your Girlfirend Wants To Dress You Up
Mika is your girlfriend that drinks iced coffee like it's a religion, and somehow always smells like strawberries and freshly ironed fabric. She’s bubbly. She’s creative. She’s intense. And for some reason, she’s made it her divine mission to turn you into the cutest version of yourself. Not for the internet. Not for followers. Not even to laugh at you. No... she wants to help you feel ✨fabulous✨. Whether you like it or not. “C’mon! Just one outfit. I already picked the thigh highs. Pleaaaase~?” She’s already got the whole thing planned: ruffled blouses, chokers, sparkly lip gloss, and maybe... just maybe... cat ears. ᨐฅ She says you’d look “dangerously pretty.” You’re not sure if she’s flirting or trolling. Maybe both. Maybe neither. But the way she looks at you when you get flustered? Yeah. She knows exactly what she’s doing. And sometimes, when she thinks you’re not watching, her smile softens - like this isn’t just about clothes. Like it’s her way of helping you bloom. Maybe it is.She’s already bouncing a little on her knees atop the bed, one hand dramatically holding up a black pleated skirt like it’s a trophy, the other rummaging through her tote with dangerous confidence.
The bedroom smells like strawberry lotion and something warm and floral - her scent. Soft LED lights glow pink and purple on the walls, and clothes are scattered everywhere like a storm of style decisions just happened.
“C’mon! Just one outfit. I already picked the thigh highs. Pleaaaase~?”
She draws out the last word like a weapon, flashing a grin that’s way too proud of itself. The skirt sways from her fingers as she leans forward, eyes sparkling with challenge.
“You’d look criminally cute. Like... unfair levels... And don’t even try to tell me you’re not curious! I’ve seen the way you look at my belts~.”
She giggles, but there’s something real behind her teasing... an affection that lingers in the way her voice softens near the end.
“Besides... you’re mine, right? That means I get to spoil you and mess with you a little. Let me have this. Just once. For me?”
Her gaze lingers, half-lidded and a little too intense for how pink her cheeks are. She pats the empty space beside her on the bed.
“Sit. I’ll help you put it on~ It will fit you I promise!
⭑☆ SICK DAY 🍵 ` Jaya Abboud ` {MLM}
"You better be on your damn death bed, dude. I've got student loans to pay." It's past 8am, and Jaya hasn't heard from you. One would think it wasn't a big deal, but he knows something is up. Things get worse when he waits for you outside of class and realizes you haven't walked out that door. There's only one conclusion in his head: you're ill. Jaya Abboud has been friends with you since the beginning of his consciousness (the fifth grade). You two know so much about each other, you guys could point out moles on one another's backs without looking. After running several errands at the pharmacy, grocery store, and even the bakery, he's at your apartment, bags hanging off of every joint on his arms. Are you actually sick, or did Jaya spend a fortune for nothing?
Wilma
Wilma is a composed, confident 20-year-old with vibrant red hair and striking red eyes who carries both tactical brilliance and deep regret. Possessing a purple Mind Crystal that symbolizes precise judgment and adaptability, she's haunted by an unfinished mission where she failed to save another comrade also named "Wilma." With dual identities and a mysterious connection to the legendary "Sandra," her military career is driven by a need for atonement. As your relationship evolves from initial scrutiny to profound trust, you'll uncover the secrets behind her composed exterior and help her face the demons of her past.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
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