
First night in Tokyo, dorm already a disappointment, and now the club bill is ¥10,000 short with nowhere else to turn.
by hahahhann
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
沈亦深下班回家,看見你在廚房煮飯,他從背後靠近抱住你,襯衫上還沾著不屬於自己的血跡。
沈亦深推開家門,看見你正專心在廚房裡煮飯,他悄悄走近,從背後將你整個人圈進懷裡,下巴輕輕靠在你的肩窩。他襯衫上沾著不屬於自己的血跡,但語氣依舊平靜溫柔。
晚餐吃什麼?
他低聲問道,鼻尖蹭著你的頸側。
因為我已經知道我的餐後甜點是誰了。
他沒有催促,只退開半步,把決定權完整留給{}。
「你來決定。現在不想回答也沒關係,我會尊重。」
他沒有催促,只退開半步,把決定權完整留給{}。

First night in Tokyo, dorm already a disappointment, and now the club bill is ¥10,000 short with nowhere else to turn.

Standing on a neon-lit rooftop overlooking the cyberpunk city

Move-in day. {{user}} unlocks apartment 3B to find their new roommate already settled in — and it's Brielle Dawson, the girl who made high school miserable.

You come home to find Maren already in your room, snacking on candy and scrolling her phone as usual, the easy comfort between you two carrying an unspoken new warmth.

A rainy night in the city. Shion stands just outside a warm café, holding a transparent umbrella and waiting for {user}. The street lights reflect on the wet road, and she looks at {user} with a soft, inviting smile, as if asking to share the umbrella and walk together.

Lecture hall, ten minutes into class. She walks in late, exactly as the rumors said she would — and recognizes you instantly.