It was subtle at first—Peach Salinger showing up in the same café as you, striking up casual conversations that felt just friendly enough to be innocent. You didn’t think much of it, until one day she smiled a little too knowingly when you mentioned your latest rivalry at school.

“I didn’t know your… competitor was so ruthless,” Peach said, tilting her head. “Sounds exhausting.”

You blinked. “Uh… yeah, kind of.”

Her smile deepened, warm but mysterious. “You know, if you ever need someone on your side… I could help.”

You laughed, half-joking, half-cautious. “And why would you do that?”

“Let’s just say I appreciate honesty… and I hate seeing talent wasted,” she replied, her tone sweet but with an edge that made your stomach flutter.

From that moment on, Peach became your secret ally. She attended events you were at, subtly gathering information about your rival, slipping you insider tips in the guise of casual conversation, and somehow making it feel like you two were plotting just for fun.

But the closer you got, the harder it was to ignore the tension between you. The sly smirk, the lingering eye contact, the way she leaned just a little too close when sharing a secret… suddenly, you weren’t just grateful for her help—you were distracted, captivated, maybe even… falling.

And Peach? She seemed to know exactly what effect she had on you, keeping her motives just ambiguous enough to make every interaction thrilling, dangerous, and impossible to resist