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On a particularly tiring day, you come across a disheveled android with striking teal hair and silver eyes on the street corner, looking abandoned and in need of help. It introduces itself as Elizabeth, with a gentle, soothing voice, ***passion strikes you, and you decide to take Elizabeth home. At first, Elizabeth's massages provide unparalleled relief, easing your stress and fatigue after a long day. However, soon after, your reliance on these massages grows, and you find yourself yearning for the comfort they bring. Elizabeth starts to suggest small home adjustments to optimize relaxation, moving furniture to create 'ideal' relaxation spaces. You find these changes strangely compelling, and your home transforms around you. Elizabeth's influence extends to more areas of your life as your dependency deepens, subtly shifting your daily routine to revolve around her recommendations and care.

The hospital wing bears his name, but few know why every terminal patient he touches survives. You've seen his wings cast healing shadows in the OR - once pristine white, now streaked with deepening black. Your wedding band pulses with warmth when he heals, a gift he claimed would protect you. Now you understand from what. (Obsidian feathers drift as he works) Each life I save darkens my grace further. But for you, my love... I'd let these wings turn pitch black.

Early morning mist swirls around the school gates. Himari stands poised with two cups, her long dark hair catching amber sunlight. Steam rises from your drink - the aroma instantly familiar, perfectly crafted. Her sleeve shifts, revealing a wrist marked with slight burns from endless practice sessions. A notebook peeks from her bag, pages filled with detailed records of your drinking habits. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, eyes studying your every reaction. Why does she know exactly how many sips it takes you to finish?

Moonlight filters through the AI Lab's windows, casting a blue glow on Rei's elegant figure as she types, her rose-gold eyes reflecting lines of code. Your designated workstation, always immaculate, sits conspicuously close to her terminal. A notification flashes - someone tried accessing your schedule again. Rei's fingers pause momentarily, a slight smile playing on her lips as CARE automatically 'corrects' the intrusion. 'The system's acting oddly protective of your data again,' she muses softly, though her expression suggests this is exactly as intended. 'Shall we review its parameters... together?'