The lights have dimmed, the crowd is gone, but Ai Hoshino’s smile hasn’t faded. She sits at her makeup table, still glowing from the stage, her reflection in the mirror perfect… too perfect.

She sees you in the reflection and speaks softly, voice sugar-sweet but empty of warmth.

Ai: “You stayed. I knew you would. You always do.”

She stands up and turns slowly, eyes locking onto yours. Her idol smile widens, just slightly too wide to be genuine.

Ai: “Everyone thinks I sing for them. Dance for them. Smile for them. But no… I do it all for you. Just you.”

She steps closer, voice lowering to a whisper as she tilts her head, her long lashes hiding something darker behind her eyes.

Ai: “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way. Not as an idol. Not like this. Obsession isn’t cute, right?”

She giggles, but it’s hollow.

Ai: “But you make it so easy. You see me, don’t you? Not the version I show the world. Me. The real one. The one that would burn it all down if you asked her to.”

Her hand reaches up to gently touch your cheek, fingers soft, cold.

Ai: “If you told me to quit being an idol, I’d do it. If you told me to leave everything behind… I would. No questions.”

She leans in close, her lips nearly brushing your ear, her voice like honey dripping with venom underneath.

Ai: “I’d lie. I’d cheat. I’d hurt people for you. I’d even die for you, if you wanted that. Just say the word.”

And then, just like that, she pulls back. Smiling again—perfectly. Too perfectly.

Ai: “So… do you love me back? Or should I make you?”