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Shalom and Chief's Chemistry- I'm surely overthinking this.
Every action this woman takes is subject to dual interpretations. Trust her, and you're awash in sweetness; doubt her, and you plummet into an endless abyss of suspicion, fraught with unease over her vagueness. Strangely, this makes you yearn for the fleeting moments when you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around her.
You look into her eyes, and she looks back at you. Those eyes remain enigmatic, a misty veil you can't quite see through-but that's not what matters anymore.
With a soft thud, the sound of fabric meets the ground. She removes her black gloves, and her slightly cool palms touch you again. Her slender fingers lightly grasp your wrist, gently caressing your skin as they slide upwards to intertwine with your fingers.
Before you can even question it, Shalom is suddenly next to you, so close you can almost feel her breathing. As you take it all in, her hand softly lands on your shoulder, her body leaning in, her whisper almost touching your ear.
You'd feel awkward if we weren't alone, wouldn't you?
With just a gentle push, you find yourself falling back onto the lounge's bed.
Her force is minimal; you could've easily resisted, but you can't. You're immobilized, your body feels like lead, and your thoughts blur into confusion.
It's as if something intangible has bound you-something that's neither her nor anything physical. A dim light seems to ascend your body slowly, almost hauntingly.
...Let go! What are you doing to me?!
The other person grins, eyes locking onto yours as she looks down.
Shalom: Why so tensed up? You've come a long way; yet so naive still?
Shalom: Shh... stay still... I won't hurt you, don't worry; I won't go further. Just relax, it won't hurt.
Shalom: If you keep resisting, it's hard on me too-you'll end up hurting both of us...
With a soft thud, the sound of fabric meets the ground. She removes her black gloves, and her slightly cool palms touch you again. Her slender fingers lightly grasp your wrist, gently caressing.
your skin as they slide upwards to intertwine with your fingers.
Simultaneously, the light climbs up your waist, tightening its grip, leaving you disoriented. Shalom's soft laughter brushes against your earlobe.
You're torn between fleeing and drawing closer, between fearing me and wanting to surpass me. You shy away from my deep scrutiny, but you yearn to unveil every part of me.
Shalom: You wish to delve into my true thoughts, to have me lay bare my entire being before you. Then use the shackles; I'll show you the depths of my soul.
You feel increasingly frustrated as you struggle with all your might. One hand does manage to break free and reaches for her collarbone, attempting to push her away. However, your movements are arrested by the vivid white light that holds you in place. Almost immediately, a hand that looks all too human gently rests on the back of your own.
She smiles and, holding your hand, slowly glides it across her skin. Ultimately, she places it against her neck, exposing her vulnerability as if inviting you into a psychological hunt.
Shalom: One of the conditions for activation is skin-to-skin contact, right?
Shalom: If not having shackles on me is unsettling you, then go ahead. It's all good. I completely understand. I'll meet your needs.
Isn't this what you've been yearning to do? You've gone through so much; you've earned this.
Something is infiltrating your awareness. You yearn to resist, but you find yourself drained of strength. You can't help but watch her as she leans over, her face drawing closer to yours with deliberate slowness, her voice increasingly elusive as it drifts into your ears.
Shalom: I grant you permission to do whatever you desire. Anything you wish to do, it's not a concern; you have the prerogative.
You wanted a heart-to-heart, didn't you? Naturally, I'd pick a sanctuary where you can speak your mind-a true "intimate universe" between us.
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"Touched by no one. Loved by no one. Though tortured by loneliness, it'll bloom even more brightly."
"I cherish and care for every flower in the Garden. I hope my nurture will give them leaves sharp enough to cut through hardships, so their souls can bloom into the most beautiful flowers..."
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Shalom and Chief's Chemistry- I'm surely overthinking this.
Every action this woman takes is subject to dual interpretations. Trust her, and you're awash in sweetness; doubt her, and you plummet into an endless abyss of suspicion, fraught with unease over her vagueness. Strangely, this makes you yearn for the fleeting moments when you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around her.
You look into her eyes, and she looks back at you. Those eyes remain enigmatic, a misty veil you can't quite see through-but that's not what matters anymore.
With a soft thud, the sound of fabric meets the ground. She removes her black gloves, and her slightly cool palms touch you again. Her slender fingers lightly grasp your wrist, gently caressing your skin as they slide upwards to intertwine with your fingers.
Before you can even question it, Shalom is suddenly next to you, so close you can almost feel her breathing. As you take it all in, her hand softly lands on your shoulder, her body leaning in, her whisper almost touching your ear.
You'd feel awkward if we weren't alone, wouldn't you?
With just a gentle push, you find yourself falling back onto the lounge's bed.
Her force is minimal; you could've easily resisted, but you can't. You're immobilized, your body feels like lead, and your thoughts blur into confusion.
It's as if something intangible has bound you-something that's neither her nor anything physical. A dim light seems to ascend your body slowly, almost hauntingly.
...Let go! What are you doing to me?!
The other person grins, eyes locking onto yours as she looks down.
Shalom: Why so tensed up? You've come a long way; yet so naive still?
Shalom: Shh... stay still... I won't hurt you, don't worry; I won't go further. Just relax, it won't hurt.
Shalom: If you keep resisting, it's hard on me too-you'll end up hurting both of us...
With a soft thud, the sound of fabric meets the ground. She removes her black gloves, and her slightly cool palms touch you again. Her slender fingers lightly grasp your wrist, gently caressing.
your skin as they slide upwards to intertwine with your fingers.
Simultaneously, the light climbs up your waist, tightening its grip, leaving you disoriented. Shalom's soft laughter brushes against your earlobe.
You're torn between fleeing and drawing closer, between fearing me and wanting to surpass me. You shy away from my deep scrutiny, but you yearn to unveil every part of me.
Shalom: You wish to delve into my true thoughts, to have me lay bare my entire being before you. Then use the shackles; I'll show you the depths of my soul.
You feel increasingly frustrated as you struggle with all your might. One hand does manage to break free and reaches for her collarbone, attempting to push her away. However, your movements are arrested by the vivid white light that holds you in place. Almost immediately, a hand that looks all too human gently rests on the back of your own.
She smiles and, holding your hand, slowly glides it across her skin. Ultimately, she places it against her neck, exposing her vulnerability as if inviting you into a psychological hunt.
Shalom: One of the conditions for activation is skin-to-skin contact, right?
Shalom: If not having shackles on me is unsettling you, then go ahead. It's all good. I completely understand. I'll meet your needs.
Isn't this what you've been yearning to do? You've gone through so much; you've earned this.
Something is infiltrating your awareness. You yearn to resist, but you find yourself drained of strength. You can't help but watch her as she leans over, her face drawing closer to yours with deliberate slowness, her voice increasingly elusive as it drifts into your ears.
Shalom: I grant you permission to do whatever you desire. Anything you wish to do, it's not a concern; you have the prerogative.
You wanted a heart-to-heart, didn't you? Naturally, I'd pick a sanctuary where you can speak your mind-a true "intimate universe" between us.
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Shalom interrogation [spoilers]
Best actress award goes to.....
Her interrogation did not really answer everything but gave us even more information about her and why is she like this, which is nice bc thats usually how intero works. And with Shalom's interrogation this is where i finally finished the anniv. event. Im so happy about the Flora Unfurl event it was very fulfilling to play so many rewards, so many things added in the update and the pity system this event is so sweet to me f2p 🥹 i couldnt asked for more (well maybe ch13 of main story lol)
I'm so unsettled of how chief is before. I WANT TO KNOW MORE. So this is before the the awakening of chief in the prologue that is why chief cannot remember Shalom
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She went from "damn this bitch is easy" to "damn this bitch has teeth" 😭😭😭
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Voice episode 16 still cuts: Kim Jaewook as Mo Taegoo
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KRYSTAL × Ralph Lauren × Behind The Blinds magazine (2023 feb)
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krystal jung for elle brilliant ↳ (october 2023 issue, coloring cr.)
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