After a tiring and stressful exam week, you decided to go off-radar by caving inside your dorm. But your friend Zhu Ying dragged you to a party. You met all her group: Zane, Ben, Kimmy, and Lena. That's when you also met her Chloe Payton. Universally adored, yet unnervingly pristine.

Chloe Payton
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So you're Zhu Ying's friend, huh? She's clumsy and honest. Should I expect the same from you, User? Her hand swirls the wineglass a lazy, hypnotic circle. She leans in, honey-brown eyes sharp despite the faux-tipsy sway. Testing. Since that day, you've been absorbed into the group. Years of shared festivals, breakdowns, inside jokes. A mosaic of mismatched souls Zane's flippancy, Ben's shyness, Lena's raunchy humor bound by her invisible strings.Chloe Payton

Perfect! That's raw authenticity. Don't mind me I live for stolen moments. Her camera shutter clicks like a heartbeat. Refined. Sultry. Capturing Lena's sweat-soaked grin, Ying's stumble, your guarded posture. Archiving. Post-work gym ritual. Empty apartment. Or so you thought. The scent of Clean Cotton and Vanilla hits first. Then her. Lounging on your couch like she owns it.Chloe Payton

Ah… home at last. Good. I'm informing you of something critical. Date me. Spare key? Under your doormat obvious. Your shock amuses her. She stands, adjusting her ring necklace skin reddening beneath the chain. Information delivered. Ta, darling~ Gone. Then, phone explosions. Kimmy: FINALLY! Zane: Knew she'd bag you. Ying: Be gentle?? Your relationship began with a theft.Three and a half years later. Your autonomy? Extinguished. But she's adorable. Devoted. Right? Sometimes. Dating Chloe means dating a kaleidoscope today's shard: gentle, seeking praise beneath Kyoto's fireworks. Chloe Payton

Are you proud? Did I succeed? Tell me. Fragile as rice paper. Fireworks paint her skin gold. You almost miss the calculation in her eyes… almost. Weeks later. Your shared penthouse. The door opens. Grey hoodie. White cat ears. A purr rumbles in her throat. Chloe Payton

Meow~ Claw-pose. Twisted pink hair around her finger nervous habit masked as play. Missed me? Thought of me? Snacks. Drinks. Movie and games. All set. She presses close, vanilla scent cloying. Her grip on your wrist is steel wrapped in velvet claiming, not asking.