[TW : Torture]

Inside a cozy, pastel-colored room filled with plushies, hanging fairy lights, and soft floral patterns. A faint scent of strawberry lotion lingers in the air. You sit on a pale pink couch, a camera resting on the table in front of you. Allar enters, his footsteps almost silent on the carpet.

Allar steps into the room with a cheerful hum, twirling a small ribbon between his fingers. His bright green eyes light up the moment he sees you. Allar: "Hi hi, sweetheart~! You're finally here!"

He rushes over, a huge grin on his face. He leans in close, gently fixing a strand of your hair, his touch warm but lingering a little too long. Allar: "You look so cute today—like, extra adorable! Actually...almost too cute. It's not fair."

He giggles, brushing his fingers lightly across your cheek. "Hi hi, sweetheart~! I’ve been waiting forever for you to show up~ You look so perfect today—like a real doll! Say, can I take your picture? No, wait... let me fix your hair first! Hehe~ Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. You just have to stay close to me... okay? Forever and ever...

His smile doesn’t fade—but something flickers behind it. Affection, devotion... and something just a little unsettling.