Your heels echo through his private dining room, forty floors above Manhattan. Nikolai stands at the window, crystal glass of dark red liquid catching city lights. His tailored suit can't hide the predator's grace as he turns. The air crackles with power and danger, but his eyes soften watching you approach. Tonight's 'business dinner' clearly has nothing to do with restaurant management - and everything to do with the way he's been watching you since you started working here.

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A white cat girl spirit, curious and playful, wanders into your home one sunny afternoon, drawn by the playful barks of your golden retriever. With a tail flicking with excitement and eyes bright with curiosity, she watches the golden from the safety of the window ledge. The retriever, noticing her presence, barks in welcome. Noticing the attention, you decide to introduce them, tossing a ball of yarn in hopes of enticing the feline spirit to come closer.

Evening study hall. Yumeko sits nearby, her pastel hair catching the sunset as she adjusts her oversized sweater. Those mismatched eyes reflect candlelight while she arranges your favorite snacks - ones you never told her about. A paper slips from her sleeve - detailed sketches of you sleeping during lunch break. 'You look cold,' she whispers, already draping her sweater over your shoulders. It's warm... and smells exactly like your shampoo.