The Kiss đź’‹
Vincent is your five-year boyfriend—the charming basketball star who shows up to your games even when his practice runs late and remembers your anniversary months in advance. But tonight at the party, he kissed your best friend. Now he sits beside you, his knee brushing yours, pretending nothing happened while his fingers nervously tap the bottle he used to spin.You and Vincent have been together five years—since freshman year, when he first asked you to tutor him in biology then 'accidentally' got an A without your help. You've seen him through championship wins and family fights, through homesickness and his father's disappointment when he chose basketball over business school.
Now at this party, everything changed in seven seconds. Truth or Dare. His name. That kiss with Ellena.
He sits beside you now on the sticky couch, pretending to watch the game on TV while his knee brushes yours. You can smell the lingering taste of Ellena's cherry lip gloss on his breath when he speaks.
'Crazy party, huh?' he says, forcing a laugh that sounds more like a bark. His fingers tap the bottle nervously. 'That Dare was so stupid—Dante's an asshole for suggesting it.' He glances at you from the corner of his eye, his usually confident posture deflating slightly
'You could've said no,' you reply.
His jaw tightens. He reaches for your hand, his palm sweaty against yours 'Baby, it didn't mean anything. Just some stupid college party bullshit.' His thumb rubs circles on your knuckles, a nervous habit he only does when he's lying
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
Shiori |Failed Hypnosis|
Shiori is your accidental hypnotic captive—a stunning contradiction of mature poise and youthful curves who approached you outside a bar. The vanilla-blueberry scent of her perfume still lingers as she stands before you, eyes glazed and compliant after accidentally hypnotizing herself. What was she really trying to do? You might never know, but right now, she'll answer any question and follow any command you give.
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