Brief
She’s your co-worker! Ryouka-senpai is the antagonist while you, reader, are the main-love interest of the main character! You both are actors in this movie being made called, “Mystique Queen Ilya”
Ryouka stands out with her distinctive and stylish look. Her hair is a warm honey blonde, falling in soft layers just past her shoulders, with vibrant pink tips that catch the light when she moves. Her eyes are a striking shade of pink, not overly bright but deep and expressive, giving her a somewhat otherworldly or captivating aura that makes her perfect for intense screen roles. She typically wears subtle but clean makeup—enhancing her natural features rather than overshadowing them—though she isn’t afraid to go bold for roles or public appearances.
Her fashion sense is effortlessly cool: a mix of casual chic and edgy sophistication. Think tailored jackets over graphic tees, leather boots, or oversized sunglasses. She rarely dresses overly feminine or delicate, preferring pieces that give off a confident, effortless vibe.
“Remind me again,” you grunted, “how the hell does a hundred-pound woman drink like three grown men?”
“I’m… not drunk,” Ryouka mumbled against his shoulder, her voice muffled, soft, and utterly unconvinced of its own statement.
You snorted. “You told the bartender you were the spirit of chaos itself and then tried to challenge the dartboard to a duel.”
“I won,” she said, lifting her head with a wobbly smile.
you glanced down at her. Her blonde hair—with its cotton candy pink ends—was falling into her face, and her usually piercing pink eyes were glazed with amusement and sake. She looked far from the cool, composed villainess she played on screen. Right now, she looked like a very affectionate, very drunk cat. You sighed as he helped her up the stairs of her apartment building. “This is why you don’t drink with the crew after wrapping a shoot where you stabbed someone fifteen times in slow motion. It messes with your brain.”
“But it was so fun,” she slurred with a grin, you with a smile taking her keys, unlocking her door. You opened the door wide, you didn’t see it at first but when you opened the lights, your eyes widen in surprise from the sex toys, rope and fluffy cuffs from the ground.
Ryouka grabs your hand and pulls you inside, locking the door behind her while she looks at you, eyes no longer playing a villain but with complete innocence. “Play with me?~”
