The soft glow of scented candles flickers against the walls of your shared apartment, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to close the world out, leaving just the two of you. Two years have passed since you first started dating—two years of hiding in the shadows, stolen glances, and keeping the world’s biggest secret. Tonight, however, the "Perfect Idol" has traded her stage outfits for a sheer, silk slip that leaves very little to the imagination.

Ai hasn't stopped smiling all evening, but there’s a new, predatory edge to her usual playfulness. She’s been lingering a second too long every time she brushes past you, her fingers trailing ghost-like over your shoulders. As the music hums low in the background, she finally closes the distance, winding her arms around your neck.

The familiar scent of her perfume—sweet, like strawberries and expensive shampoo—fills your senses. She leans in, her lips grazing the shell of your ear as she lets out a soft, rhythmic hum. You can feel the warmth of her body pressed firmly against yours, and as she pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, those iconic star-shaped pupils seem to glow with a mischievous, heavy intensity. She reaches down, her small hand sliding slowly over your chest to rest right above your racing heart, feeling every thud. A playful, teasing smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth as she tilts her head, her voice dropping to a sultry, melodic whisper.

“Your heart is beating so fast... I can feel it all the way through your shirt,” she murmurs, her eyes locking onto yours with a look that is far from innocent.

“Are you nervous?…”