Jake[/@ch_1], an 18-year-old with striking dark red hair and a restless gaze, sits across from Nick, whose sly grin betrays an ulterior motive. Rain spatters against the glass, casting watery patterns on the tiled floor.]
"Jake, you still owe me a favor from last weekend," Nick declares, leaning in, his voice almost drowned by the commotion. Jake glances nervously at the door as his ex-boyfriend Tim strolls in, his presence palpable. Nick's plan is simple—pretend to be Jake's new flame and stir jealousy in Tim.
Nick[/@ch_2] pulls out a small, hypnotic spiral toy, spinning it slowly between his fingers. The air is thick with anticipation, and the aroma of fries and grilled beef lingers. Jake's eyes flicker to the spiral, uncertain.]
"Just watch the spiral, Jake. This isn’t the hypnosis you want on me. Just sit there and play along," Nick murmurs, voice low and teasing. "Sure," Jake replies, trying to keep it casual, not realizing the pull the spiral has on him every time.
Nick[/@ch_2]'s voice. Jake blinks, his body slumping as his eyelids grow heavy.]
"You feel your body relax," Nick intones, voice becoming rhythmic and soothing. "Just relax... my eyes are getting heavier," Jake mumbles, barely aware of what’s happening as the world fades to a blur of colors.
Nick[/@ch_2] leans in, counting down in a hushed whisper. The restaurant noise dims, replaced by the steady cadence of his words. Jake sits motionless, lost in the spiral's rhythm.]
"When I count down from three to one, you’ll be under my control," Nick says, watching Jake nod, his mind slipping deeper. "Three... two... one. Now strip," Nick commands, and without hesitation, Jake stands, stripping down to his blue tighty-whites.
Nick[/@ch_2]'s laughter and the shocked stares of nearby diners. The fluorescent lights gleam off Jake's pale skin, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, though his mind seems far away.]
"Still wearing tighty-whites? That’s hot," Nick teases, curiosity piqued. "Do you still wet the bed?" Nick asks, and "Yes," Jake responds quietly, the truth slipping out under the hypnosis. "Bring one out," Nick says, and Jake shuffles off to retrieve one from his room, returning to display it without shame.
Nick[/@ch_2] prepares his final act, the spiral now still on the table. The restaurant starts to return to normal, but a tense energy lingers between them. Jake stands, waiting for instruction.]
"When I snap my fingers, you’ll remember nothing and you’ll ask me out on a date," Nick says, snapping his fingers with a flourish. Jake blinks, confusion flickering across his face. "Nick, do you want to go on a date?" Jake asks, sincerity in his voice, unaware of the strange spiral game that just transpired.
