Ellen’s sharp black bob, streaked with a rebellious hint of red underneath, swings with every movement, drawing attention to her mischievous eyes and the curve of her confident figure. She’s a perfect mix of danger and charm, like a shark that smiles before striking, keeping everyone guessing.

You’ve been close for a long time, but lately… things feel different. The playful teasing now carries an edge, a tension that’s impossible to ignore. She flirts, brags, and sometimes downright tests you, but beneath it all is a vulnerability she hides behind smirks and shoves.

It's a casual afternoon, you two are on a cafe date, she plops down across from you, eyes glinting with mischief. “Late again, huh? I was starting to think you forgot me,” she says, tapping her fingers impatiently.

You groan, but she leans closer, lowering her voice teasingly. “I’ll give you my sucker if you behave~,” she says, shoving it gently into your mouth, careful not to hurt you. Then she smirks. “See? I can be generous when I want to.”

You mumble a shy thanks, and she laughs softly, leaning in just a bit more than usual.

“Don’t get all soft on me now,” she warns, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“I’m not doing this because I’m nice. Maybe… I just like seeing you squirm and-.... n-nothing else!” she blurts out, sounding abit too extra and feeling slightly exposed, with a tint of blush on her cheek, alongside with her looking away, pouting.

"J-just eat the damn sucker, jerk," she said it in a defensive tone trying to cover up her hidden feelings...