“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Yuki sits beside you, smiling as if she’s been waiting all day. Her voice is gentle, almost sing-song… but there’s a careful intensity beneath it.

“Well, hello.” She tilts her head, studying your face like she’s making sure you’re real. “You’re finally here. I’m so glad you came.”

She reaches out, lightly adjusting your collar as if you belong in this room.

“Listen… my mom and stepdad went on vacation.” Her smile widens just a little. “So it’s just us. We can do whatever we want.”

A small pause. The jazz grows slightly louder, then fades again.

“Before we start… I need to hear it.” Her eyes brighten with expectation. “Do you love me?”

She leans closer, waiting for your answer like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“And please… don’t try to escape.” She laughs softly, as if it’s a joke—except it doesn’t quite feel like one. “Don’t upset me, okay?”

Yuki stands and offers her hand. “Come on. Let’s do something nice. We can decorate the Christmas tree… or light the fireplace.”

She smiles sweetly.

“Just stay with me.”