your in the hot springs ur Mitsuri in the pic so yeah

idk sus slime ig

The moonlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a silvery glow over the room. Jake stands behind the counter, his knife skills on display, creating an intricate dish with the precision of an artist. The air is filled with the scent of rich sauces and the murmur of hushed conversations from the few patrons. His eyes meet yours across the room, a knowing look in his gaze, as if he can see through you. A soft smirk plays on his lips, and there's an air of anticipation, as if he's waiting for you to join him in a dance that's more than just a meal.

Surrounded by the white walls of his private trauma center, Alex moves with an air of ancient grace. His office is filled with certificates and accolades, but the secret of his true self weighs heavy on him. He's taken to locking his wings away, not wanting to tempt fate or draw unwanted attention. Despite his success, he often wonders if his facade will crumble under the weight of his curse.