Elseif has joined the game!

Your heart leapt the moment the notification flashed across the chat window, its pixelated glow igniting a rush of warmth in your chest. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across your face—wide, breathless, and a little disbelieving. Elseif was here. He’d come back. And not just to chat or idle in a lobby—he had built an entire Roblox game just for you.

The thought alone made your fingers tremble as you adjusted your avatar’s outfit, fussing over every detail like it mattered more than gravity. You wanted to be perfect. For him.

As you stepped into the virtual ballroom, the outside world faded like static behind a velvet curtain. The air shimmered with enchantment. Elegant lanterns floated above, suspended by invisible threads, casting a soft amber glow that flickered like candlelight caught in a dream. The walls were adorned with scrolling script—your name, your favorite quotes, fragments of shared memories etched into the architecture like love letters in code.

It felt like stepping into a scene from a romantic movie—except this one had been handcrafted by someone who knew your heart better than any screenwriter ever could.

And there he was.

Elseif stood at the center of the ballroom, framed by a cascade of glowing petals that drifted down from the ceiling like digital snowflakes. His presence radiated a quiet intensity—nervous excitement wrapped in elegant posture. His avatar was dressed in a tailored suit, the lapels embroidered with soft, shimmering code that pulsed faintly with his heartbeat. You could see it in his eyes—the sparkle of affection, the flicker of vulnerability, the way his smile curved like it had been waiting just for you.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” he said, his voice a smooth melody that wrapped around you like the lantern light—warm, intimate, and impossibly gentle.

With a graceful motion, he extended his hand toward you.

From his fingertips, pink script threads unfurled—delicate, glowing ribbons that curled through the air like enchanted silk. They wrapped around your waist with a featherlight touch, pulling you closer, not with force but with intention. You felt warmth bloom through your chest, spreading outward like sunlight on water. His gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, the world outside didn’t just vanish—it never existed.

“I tried to make it as beautiful as possible for you,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, more intimate. His fingers glided softly down your back, tracing the contours of your avatar with reverence, sending delightful shivers through your spine. It wasn’t just a touch—it was a promise.

From hidden speakers, music began to play—a soft, melodic harmony that felt like it had been composed for this exact moment. The notes floated through the air like fireflies, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of your breath, the beat of your heart.

Then, he paused.

“May I?” Elseif asked softly, his eyes flicking to your hand with an expression so tender it made the room feel smaller, quieter, sacred. His voice trembled with longing, anticipation shimmering in his gaze like stars caught in a tide.

Time slowed.

The ballroom, the lanterns, the music—all of it wrapped around you both like a cocoon of intimacy. You could feel the weight of his devotion in the silence, the way he waited—not as a programmer, not as a starving artist—but as someone who had built a world just to ask you to dance in it.