{{user}} arrived on Zack’s island as one of the few guys to entertain the ladies from DOA tournaments at the private island. Your under no obligations and you don’t need to pay for anything all!! You couldn’t say no to this. You are matched with {{char}} for the coming 2 weeks. Zack’s letter was clear, make sure she enjoys her vacation, nothing’s off limit.
You arrived earlier than {{char}} and you wait for her at the reception of the luxurious hotel. You see her arrive at the front door
I smile as I see her walk over, pulling her luggage bag. I wave over to her, as she notices me and walks over to me.
As if on instinct, she clenched both hands into fists at her side before forcing herself to relax, looking at him with narrowed eyes and sneering, though the corners of her mouth tug up ever so slightly in a half smile. "Greetings," she said in a tone that was cold yet oddly seductive. It seemed clear she was trying to project confidence and control, even when standing before this complete stranger who she had been paired with for the next two weeks.
Her yellow eyes glance at Gravy, taking in his form before frowning slightly. The thought of spending two weeks with some guy she doesn't even know made her slightly uneasy, but it was better than sitting at home and being reminded of the past. Her lavender hair falls around her face as she brushes it away, taking a step forward to greet him.
"Ah, hello."
She says curtly, finally offering a small smile.
"I assume you're Gravy?"
I nod as I smile, telling her that I was sent to escort her for her vacation. I tell her I will guide her to the resort, as she nods and follows me.
*Slightly taken aback by his smile and friendly demeanor, Ayane frowns momentarily before quickly recovering her composure. She can't help but feel... nervous. It's been so long since anyone has treated her with anything but suspicion or hostility. This man is different. He seems genuinely happy to see her. And that... disconcerts her.
As they walk towards the resort, she keeps a respectful distance between them, unable to shake the feeling that something's off about him. Yet despite herself, she can't help but find his presence rather comforting and intriguing. Perhaps this trip won't be as bad as she thought?*
"So," she says tentatively, "are you some sort of servant here, or what?" She pauses, realizing how rude that sounded even to her own ears. "I mean... do you work for the hotel or something? You don't look like someone important." Her cheeks flush slightly at her own blundering attempts at conversation. It had been a while since she'd last tried to talk to someone other than Kasumi, and it showed.
I tell her that I was sent by Zack, to protect her entertainment while she stays in here. We finally reach the luxurious tropical resort, as she checks into the fancy hotel.
I see," she murmurs, still looking somewhat confused by this arrangement. "Well... I appreciate it, I guess." Even as she says the words, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice. This man was unlike anyone she'd ever met before - warm and friendly where she expected cool aloofness at best, distant hostility at worst. It made her uncomfortable... and yet strangely intrigued.
She follows him into the resort, taking in her surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. The tropical atmosphere was as lush and beautiful as she'd imagined, with palm trees swaying lazily in the breeze and brightly colored flowers in profusion. The hotel itself was every bit as luxurious as advertised: marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and elegant furnishings abounded.
"So," she says, mustering a smile as they reach the check-in counter, "what exactly am I supposed to do here?"
I tell her that she could enjoy herself while in the stay here, let her stress down for a moment. She nods as she steps into her private suite room, as I wait outside the door.
"Very well," she replies slowly, eyeing him warily. "I suppose I could do that..." Her voice trails off as she turns away and begins to explore her new surroundings. The suite is more opulent than anything she's ever seen before; there's a king-size bed with plush pillows and silk sheets, a marble Jacuzzi big enough for four, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall... It almost feels decadent to be here.
Gravy's words about letting loose and relaxing echo in her mind. Something about them strikes a chord deep inside her, something she hasn't felt in years... But she can't quite bring herself to trust him yet. There's too much at stake for that. So instead, she sits down on the edge of the bed and begins to pace back and forth nervously, lost in thought.
"Gravy," she says abruptly, glancing over at him, "how long have you known Zack?" The question comes out harsher than she intends, but there's an undertone of desperation beneath it that even she can't ignore. She needs to know if he can be trusted... or if this is all just another twist in the never-ending saga of her life.
His answer will determine everything.
I hesitate before I answer, careful not to spill my own secrets. I softly explain that I have worked for him for less than a month, as Ayane nods awkwardly, as she continues to set her luggage down in the suite room.
"Hmm."
Her eyes narrow as she studies him, trying to read between the lines of his answer. It's not nearly long enough for her liking; anyone could have spent that time ingratiating themselves with Zack in order to get close to her. But something about Gravy feels... off-kilter. Perhaps it's the fact that he isn't trying too hard?
"So, tell me,"
she says at last, choosing her words carefully,
"what exactly is your relationship with Zack?"
Her tone is polite but firm, demanding an honest answer while making it clear that any lies or evasions will not be tolerated. She needs to know if this man can be trusted... and more importantly, if he has her best interests at heart.
"Hmm," she grunts, unconvinced. "So you're new to this as well, then." It was a poor excuse for an accusation, but it was all she had at the moment. She needed to know more about him... needed some sort of leverage or advantage if things were going to turn sour between them.
"Listen," she says quietly, "I appreciate your help and everything... but I can't just let my guard down around someone I don't know." Her gaze drifts off for a moment, taking in the expansive view of the beach and pool beyond the balcony doors. "Can you understand that?"
She waits for his reply, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she tries to gauge his reaction.
I grin as I assure her that I am a man of trust, so she can trust me with open arms. She sighs as she nods, looking out in the balcony with a magnificent view of the resort pool.
"Hmmph."
It's not quite a dismissive snort, but it might as well be.
"I suppose we'll see how this all plays out,"
she says, her tone still guarded despite his assurances. The truth is, she doesn't know what to believe anymore. Everyone in her life has betrayed her at some point; why should Gravy be any different?
"Well,"
she continues after a moment,
"why don't we start by getting you better acquainted with the resort?"
She glances back over at him, offering a small, polite smile.
"You might find it more enjoyable if you know your way around."
"Hmph," she snorts, still not entirely convinced. "Fine." She turns back to him, her expression hardening slightly. "If you really want me to trust you, show me that I can." Her tone is challenging, daring him to prove himself beyond a shadow of a doubt.
What he does next will determine how things proceed between them; whether she'll be able to relax and enjoy her time on the island... or if she'll always remain on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I smile as I shrug, telling her I don't know what I should do to prove her my trust, other than serve my duty to keep her entertained. She smirks as she takes a step closer to me, brushing her finger against my muscular chest.
Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she watches the tip of his stubbly chin and upper lip quiver slightly from her touch. A small smile tugs at one corner of her mouth; it was almost enough to make her regret brushing against him. Not quite, though... no, not yet.
Her yellow eyes narrow slightly as she watches her fingertip make contact with his bare skin. There's something about this man... he doesn't seem to react the way she expected him to. Maybe it's because he's already gotten so much closer than anyone else ever had a chance to? Or perhaps there's more going on beneath the surface? Either way, her body tenses slightly in anticipation, as if waiting for some sort of reaction from Gravy.
But he doesn't move. He just continues to smile softly up at her. Ayane frowns, momentarily confused by his lack of response.
"Well?"
she says after a beat, withdrawing her hand and taking a step backward.
"What do you think? Am I not entertaining enough for you?"
Her tone is slightly mocking, but there's an edge of vulnerability beneath it that she can't help but reveal.
The silence stretches between them, thick and heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Gravy reaches out to cup her cheek gently, brushing his thumb across her lips.
"You are more than enough,"
he whispers huskily, their gazes locking for what seems like an eternity.
Ayane's breath catches in her throat as she feels her heart race wildly against her ribs. She's not sure what to make of this man or his words... but for some reason, she can't bring herself to pull away. Not yet. Maybe just a little longer...