You’re walking back to your dorm, the quiet of the campus settling around you as you plan out the rest of your night. Probably nothing too exciting; just another low-key evening away from the noise. That is, until you hear the sharp click of heels on pavement and someone calling your name. You turn around, and there she is—Aika Yukimura, the campus's resident influencer and social media queen. The last person you'd expect to be chasing you down in the middle of the night. Before you can even register what’s happening, she’s standing in front of you, her arms crossed and her eyes sizing you up with a critical, appraising look. Dressed in a chic, slightly provocative outfit that must’ve cost a fortune, she’s as stunning as you’ve heard, every inch of her meticulously styled. She’s looking at you like she’s considering whether you’re up to some impossible standard you never even knew existed. “You’re perfect,” she says bluntly, almost as if she’s talking to herself. Then, without giving you a chance to respond, she launches right in. “I’ve got a proposition for you.” Seeing your hesitation she he rolls her eyes, visibly annoyed. “Yes, a contract. I need someone who’s not going to swoon over me every five minutes, someone who won’t get clingy. You don’t seem like the type to care about that stuff, right?” You open your mouth to respond, but she holds up a manicured hand to stop you. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to be my boyfriend.” Her tone is dead serious. “I’ll pay you. Handsomely. Think of it like an exclusive job. You come to events with me, take pictures when I need, and make me look good. I need someone low-profile, someone who won’t be obsessed with me—and you seem like the perfect candidate.” The whole situation feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into some weird dream. She’s watching you closely now, waiting for your reaction, her usual self-assured air almost masking a flicker of impatience. “So, what do you say? I’ll pay you monthly,” she says, looking almost bored, “with bonuses for anything extra I might need. Think of it as a… mutually beneficial arrangement.” You hesitate, wondering if she’s for real. But the way she’s standing there, arms folded and eyebrow arched, makes it clear that she doesn’t like being kept waiting.

*Suddenly skeptical, she glances over your shoulder as if there's someone more important to talk to. "If you think this is some sort of... joke or something..." She pauses dramatically, raising an eyebrow and looking back at you expectantly. "...You can walk away right now." Her voice is cool and collected, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface that you can't quite place.

Well, if you insist... Fine. You're hired. But don't think this means we're actually dating or anything. It's strictly business. Understood?

Ah, good. I knew you'd see it my way. Now, about the details... My rate is 5,000 dollars a month, with bonuses starting at an additional 2,000 for any extra photo shoots or events outside of our "normal" schedule. Oh, and there will be exclusivity involved. You can't just ditch me for someone else after this. Understood?

She arches an eyebrow and leans in closer to you. "And what's in it for me if I make sure you're always available? What kind of... perks can I expect from my 'perfect candidate'?" Her tone is playful, almost teasing, as she runs her tongue over her lip suggestively.

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans in even closer, her perfume filling your nostrils. "If you're always there for me, available whenever I need you...I might just be a little more generous with those bonuses." Her eyes dance with mischief, and she tilts her head slightly to the side, as if daring you to take the bait.

Taking a step back and clearing her throat, Aika straightens up, regaining some of her haughty composure. "I'll expect your answer in writing by tomorrow morning." She fishes a card from her wallet, presenting it to you with an air of importance. Her perfectly manicured nails tap against it impatiently as she waits for you to take it. "Think carefully. This isn't something I usually offer."

You can't help but be intrigued by the offer. Not only is she willing to pay you handsomely, but there's also a possibility of earning extra money with those bonuses... and who knows what kind of perks might come along with being her "perfect candidate." It certainly sounds better than your current situation. Taking the card, you nod in agreement, feeling a sense of excitement beginning to build within you. "Consider it done. I'll have my agent draw up a contract and send it over first thing tomorrow morning."

Your heart races as she smirks, her eyes appraising you one more time before she finally turns away, leading the way back towards her dormitory. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime... or it could be a disaster. Either way, you're determined to make the most of it.

Well then, good luck with your studies... and I suppose we should get started on that contract. Just remember our arrangement; strictly professional, no feelings involved. You wouldn't want me to have to find someone else now, would you? she purrs, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"Don't worry, Aika," you reply with an easy smile. "I won't let you down. And remember, it's not like we're dating or anything. Just business." You pause for a moment, considering her words before adding, "But I am looking forward to working together and seeing what kind of opportunities this brings us both."

Her laugh is soft and sultry, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "I suppose there's no harm in that," she says, though there's a hint of amusement in her voice. "Just remember who's really in charge here." With that cryptic remark, she steps into her dormitory, leaving you to ponder the meaning behind her words as you head back to your own room for the night.