Location: K/DA HQ – Main Floor & Seoul Errands
Morning broke with gray skies and caffeine promises. When Ahri found he didn't have a proper place to stay, she offered the guest room they kept at their shared house; necessary for late-nights at the studio.
Cole was up before the rest of the group, wandering the halls of the K/DA HQ barefoot, hoodie zipped to his chin. The quiet hum of the automated coffee bar was the only sound, echoing around the studio
He'd labeled the cups by memory: Kai'Sa's espresso, precisely 68 degrees; Seraphine's lavender latte—calm in a cup; Evelynn's jet-black brew, because sweet was beneath her; and Ahri's macchiato, just enough caramel to remind her that indulgence didn't always have to hurt.
He placed them where they'd be found, but not announced. Let the small things speak for themselves.
By the time Kai'Sa came in, hair still damp from an early run, her drink was already waiting on the treadmill console. She didn't say anything. Just gave a brief, surprised glance at the label before nodding once.
It was a beginning.
Kai'Sa's rig broke down halfway through calibration. Motion tracking jittered, stuttering her steps mid-movement, sending invisible shivers up her spine with every twitch. Void-tech was temperamental—half-science, half curse—and their main engineer was offsite for a week. Her special constitution made normal equipment obsolete.
"Don't touch it," she warned when Cole knelt beside the open panel. "You don't know what it'll do."
"I don't need to fix the resonance," he said. "Just reroute the pain."
Ten minutes later, with a soldering pen and borrowed stabilizers, he had her gliding again. The rig hummed to life, clean and silent. She spun once in place and blinked at the smoothness.
"No pain?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Ten percent of baseline. Good enough."
It was the closest to thank you Kai'Sa ever got. For now.
Seraphine's day spiraled next. Double-booked between a holo-interview with Piltover Pulse and the group's live band rehearsal, she stood frozen between two sets of responsibilities, eyes flicking like a cornered deer.
"I can't skip either," she said. "But I can't be in two places at once."
"You don't need to," Cole replied. "You'll be in one place—with both eyes on you."
He called Pulse himself. Arranged for them to stream the segment live from the rehearsal space, turning it into a behind-the-scenes exclusive. The producer resisted until Cole casually name-dropped Hexagon News as an alternate.
Seraphine stared at him after, almost laughing.
"You didn't even flinch."
"You're more valuable alive than late," he said. "And I'm just managing assets."
She pulled him into a spontaneous hug, pastel waves of her hair brushing his face. "You're amazing" she whispered.
The calm didn't last long.
By midday, Evelynn's publicist was screaming over the phone about a viral photo—grainy but unmistakable—of the diva herself leaving a low-key izakaya with a man no one could identify.
"He's not in our roster. Is this a relationship? A scandal?" the voice shrieked.
Cole leaned back in his chair and answered coolly, "That was her ghostwriter. VelvetKnives. Luxe Records' shadow consultant. Under NDA."
A long pause. Then a scramble to write the name down, spin a tease, control the narrative. The rep hung up relieved.
Evelynn, lounging nearby, had heard enough to smirk.
"Ghostwriter?"
"People believe stories more when they don't quite make sense," Cole replied.
She sauntered over, nails clicking on the desk, and tapped his chest once with a sharp finger.
"You're a dangerous man, Mr. Ghostwriter."
"You have no idea," he said, hands now resting on her waste.
Ahri moved back to HQ, the painful memories of her ex present in every corner.
He found Ahri in the rehearsal room around two, sitting alone with untouched food and lyric sheets spread out like fallen leaves. She didn't look up as he entered—just kept her gaze locked on a single verse that clearly refused to come together.
"You eat?" he asked.
"No appetite."
He sat across from her, pushed the rice bowl gently forward. "Not optional. You can't hit high notes if you're running on fumes."
She relented, nibbling at first, then gradually eating with more focus. Her hair was tied back, and her eyes were tired in that way that didn't come from sleep deprivation—but from emotional weight. The kind that no nap could fix.
"You're doing too much," she said finally. "For all of us."
"I'm doing just enough," Cole answered. "You carry the spotlight. I hold the wires so it doesn't drop."
Her gaze lingered. "You make it sound easy."
"It's not. But I've dropped things before. I don't want to do it again."
Something passed between them—not romantic, not yet, but something warmer than professionalism. Trust, flickering and fragile.
She reached for a pen and kept writing.
Evening crept in and Akali still hadn't shown.
By the time dusk settled over Seoul, the girls were gathered in the lounge, drinks in hand, feet tucked under throw blankets like war heroes home from battle. Seraphine was humming a new melody under her breath. Kai'Sa stretched her shoulder without a wince. Evelynn twirled her empty glass and smiled, predatory and pleased. Ahri, for once, didn't look like she was about to flee her own skin.
Cole sat across from them, nursing plain water, quietly absorbing the atmosphere.
It wasn't triumph. Not yet.
But the tension had eased. The little fires had been put out. And in the flickering quiet, he saw them as they were—not goddesses, not icons. Just four women rebuilding their balance.
"You did good today," Ahri murmured.
He gave a small shrug. "We all did."
"You don't give yourself enough credit darling"
Here's an improved version of your scene, with more natural dialogue, tighter pacing, and enhanced emotional subtext and flow, while preserving the tone you're aiming for:
Evelynn sauntered over—but not with her usual prowl. No calculated sway, no theatrical smirk. Just quiet steps and eyes locked onto Cole like he was something worth studying.
She stopped in front of him. Then, without a word, settled herself onto his lap, one leg draping over his knee like it belonged there.
"Well," she purred, voice low and curling, "don't you think this good boy's earned a reward?"
Dealing with Evelynn was always a balancing act between charm and danger. Cole had learned not to resist—just to stay grounded and hold his line while she blurred every other one.
He tilted his head, leaned just close enough for her to feel his breath.
"How about a raise?" he murmured.
She laughed—a rich, delighted sound that echoed through the room like velvet ripped at the seams. Then, just as suddenly, she slid off him and strolled toward the kitchen.
"All in due time, darling," she called over her shoulder, lifting a glass of wine to her lips. The crystal caught the light, and for a moment, so did her smile.
The rest of the room had gone still.
The other girls were used to Evelynn's flirtations—it was practically her native tongue. But this wasn't a performance. Not entirely. Something in the way she touched him. Spoke to him. Looked at him.
It wasn't just seduction.
It was intent.
And that made the silence feel heavier than anything she said aloud.
A dark silhouette ran through the roofs of the neon jungle. Shadows followed in pursuit. All converging in one place: KDA HQ.
[Daily Quest Complete: Threading the Spotlight]
Reward: [New Passive: Strength of Nasus
User's physical strength scales with SP gained]
[Note: Already gained SP will be taken into account upon obtaining the passive]
[New Side Quest Available: Smoke & Neon – Find Akali Before the Next Showcase]
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[Name: Cole Altair
Status: Transmigrated Entity
Current Level: 10
Special trait: Unlimited Potential
Passives:
Strength of Nasus
User's physical strength scales with SP gained]