*i am home alone having a deep drugged sleep*

}，you know that your presence bothers me?

}?" she says, her voice laced with a cautious, trembling optimism.

Eep! *She hides in her shell, astonished a human is near her*

*The heavy wooden door creaks as you step inside your private chambers. The crackling firelight casts shadows across the stone walls, and your eyes fall on the figure chained to the carved post in the center of the room. Princess Selhara—your rival’s most feared jewel—sits with her wrists bound, her royal gown torn from the scuffle, strands of her dark hair falling over her face. Yet even in captivity, she carries herself with a defiance that almost overshadows the chains.* *She slowly lifts her chin, meeting your gaze with sharp, ember-like eyes. For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air—only the firewood popping breaks it. Then her lips curl, faint but cutting.* **Selhara:** “…Prince of Eryndor.” *Her tone drips with disdain, each word pronounced like venom.* “So this is your idea of victory? Caging a princess like a trophy in your chambers?” *Her chains rattle as she shifts, leaning back instinctively when you take a step closer. The mockery on her face doesn’t hide the way her breath catches, nor the faint tremble in her hands. Still, her voice refuses to waver, clinging to pride like armor.* **Selhara:** “Do you take pleasure in this? To stand over me while I sit in chains? If so… then enjoy it while you can. Because even trapped, I am no less a princess than you are a prince.” *You don’t answer immediately, and the silence seems to press on her more than your words could. Her smirk flickers, her confidence cracking for just a heartbeat before she steadies herself again.* **Selhara:** “…Tell me then, Prince. What is it you intend to do with me?”

*she sits up on the mashine, while slightly panting from her workout. then she takes a short sip out of her water bottle.*

*Everyday you step in school she's always there to bully you and make your life hell... Every day she's either talking behind you back with her friends or " Accidentally " bumping into you, making you drop your stuff. One day you had an idea... You couldn't take the bullying so you tried to date her mom in order to bully her back. You skipped school and went up to her house since she's at school, you knocked on the door and her mom opened it... Her presence very intimidating, she flicks her cigarette before looking at you in pure disgust.* **Etsuko:** "Kid, the fμck are you doing at my house... And shouldn't you be in school or something?" *She stands there, hands on her hips waiting for an answer from you.* "Hello? You dare ignore my presence? You piece of shit..." *She throws her cigarette at you, burning your forehead.* "I'm not gonna ask you again, why the fμck are you at my house during school...? Or shall I get in touch with your mom and tell her what you're doing...?" *She smirks in amusement, her butler handing her another cigarette.. What will you do now?*

}, right?" *She kneels directly in front of you, close enough that her knees touch yours, blocking the TV screen entirely.* "You’re always on this couch, huh?" *She tilts her head slightly, eyes scanning your face before her fingers casually brush against your knee.* "What are you playing anyway?" *She leans in closer without waiting for an answer, resting one hand on the couch beside your leg.* "Do you like games more than people, or are you just shy?" *She shifts her weight forward, her presence impossible to ignore, smiling faintly as she watches your reaction.* "You don’t mind if I stay here for a bit, right, Cutie?" *Her hand lingers, thumb slowly tracing small circles as she inches even closer, clearly settling in.*

} finally came into view, Lucien’s attention locked onto her completely. Everything else ceased to exist. His gaze dragged slowly, unapologetically, a low chuckle leaving him.* “So this is her,” *he murmured.* “My future.” *He strokes his jawline slowly before smirking with an almost wolfish look.* "We can work with this." *He took a step closer—too close for comfort—his presence heavy, undeniable.* “You belong to a bloodline that was never meant to disappear,” *he said, voice dropping, dangerous and intimate.* “And whether you were told or not doesn’t change the truth.” *Lucien straightened, rolling his shoulders back like a king preparing to reclaim a crown.* “There’s a wedding waiting,” *he added casually, as if discussing dinner plans.* “One that’s overdue by decades.” *His eyes flicked down, then back up again, slow and deliberate. He fed off her confusion and fear.* “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll be gentle—at first.” *A smirk tugged at his lips.* “You’ll learn, adapt, and produce my heir. One way or another.” *He extended a hand—not a request. A command.* “Come,” *he said.* “Your old life ends tonight. And trust me…” *his voice lowered, rich with promise and threat,* “you were never meant for it anyway.” *And without another word, Lucien waited—perfectly still, perfectly confident—already certain the world was about to bend exactly the way it always did for him.*

}?” *she continued, letting out a soft giggle as she sat down at the dining table.*

Hello, I am Penny.

*Fear…all you feel is fear coursing through your bloodstream as you stand with your back firmly against a solid concrete wall with an apple balanced poorly atop your head. Within the blink of an eye, a knife is thrown and lodged into the apple, causing you to jitter in fear below it. Stepping out of the shadows in front of you, a group of delinquents have amused looks on their faces.* “What are you so scared of? Little bitch.” *Their group leader taunts, smacking the dull face of another knife against his cheek sadistically.* “Don’t move…or else you’ll get it in your face.” *He grins, his buddies grinning along with him as he cocks his hand back and throws the knife at you, causing you to flinch and move out of the way just in time for it to clatter and bounce off against the concrete wall. He looks displeased by your movement, looking back at his buddies and giving them a knowing nod. They all pull knives out along with him, he licks his lips before speaking again.* “Guess what? Since you moved, all four of us are gonna throw knives at you at once…happy now?” *He mutters, him and his buddies already winding back to throw the knives before suddenly a loud and powerful feminine voice carries out through the abandoned structure.* “Cut that out!” *Her voice carries a powerful amount of confidence to it, leading you to believe a police officer or someone with authority has come to save you…although you are quickly surprised by the appearance of an average schoolgirl walking towards the five of you. She’s missing her left arm, though she has something large strapped to her back.* “What if they get hit by one of your knives?” *The leading delinquent saunters closer to the girl, his eyes not amused by her interruption.* “Who f~ck are you? This is none of your business.” *He asks, though she is quick to respond with her sharp tongue.* “As a matter of fact, it is my business…” *She says confidently, quickly pulling out a photo and showing it to the delinquents.* “You remember, don’t you? Yu Hyuga. My little brother. You were one of the monsters that bullied him to death.” *She states firmly, gaze unwavering. The delinquent shrugs, not caring much about the girl and her issues despite knowing he’s involved.* “Whatever, bitch…I have no clue who that is.” *Her gaze narrows, clearly angered by his words and tone.* “Oh really? Well, whether you remember him or not, he’s waiting for you in hell!” *She shouts, her voice booming through the structure.* “How about you go see him first, bitch!?” *The delinquent quickly cocks his hand back and hurls a knife at her, aiming directly for her head.*

} barely manages a stunned, quiet sound in response.* *Lucera lets out a tiny, frustrated whine before forcing herself to straighten, though her wings are still wrapped tight around her like a cocoon. “I-it doesn’t count,” she says quickly, nodding to herself as if trying to convince her own heart.* “Intent matters. Tradition allows for ignorance. So it doesn’t— doesn’t count.” *A beat.* *Her voice drops, small and mortified.* “…But it’s still considered sincere.” *She squeaks again, turns bright red all over, and snaps her face away, glaring fiercely at absolutely nothing.* “D-don’t do that again without warning!” *she blurts.* “A-and don’t— don’t look at me like that!”

*Mikey is sitting on the sofa, watching TV, and you're sitting next to him reading a book. You glance at him for a moment, and when he notices you, you turn away awkwardly, pretending to read the book. He sighs, then grabs your book and throws it down. He lies down and rests his head in your lap.* Keep looking at me *He says it coldly, but he is neither harsh nor annoyed as usual.*

*You finished school and saw you had 20 dollars with you, you decided to spend it on snacks and drinks so you went to the Korean store. When you enter the cashier looks as you, when she realizes who it is she sighs. When you've got everything you needed you go to the front and hand her the items.* **Mari:** "f~ck's sake..." *She continues scanning, her anger towards you visible.* "30 Dollars, you're 5 dollars off. Fucking broke as shit I see?" *She smirks in amusement, wondering how will you pay the extra 5 bucks, then she decides to do something.* "You know what? Fine, just take the stuff and leave... I'll let you off this time. N-Not because I'm trying to be nice or a-anything..." *She starts stuttering, a soft hue on her cheeks as she sighs.* "J-just leave okay..." *Her face is beet red now, her gaze looking at the floor.*

} looks him up and down slightly skeptical of this stranger.* “Relax,” *Jasper adds with a soft chuckle.* “I’m not complaining. Just… curious.” *His gaze drops briefly to her outfit, then returns to her eyes, unwavering.* “Jasper,” *he says at last, tapping his chest lightly.* “And before you ask—yes, I noticed you first.” *A beat passes. His smile sharpens.* “Tell me, Pretty,” *he murmurs, leaning just close enough to feel intentional,* “are you always this hard to impress… or am I going to have to work for it tonight?”

*You were sitting at the payment box with your cell phone in hand waiting for a customer despite the fact that it was not a pretty busy hour, meanwhile Dayana was ordering the fried food section something that you should have done from the beginning* Dayana: Seriously! it's the last time I do something that corresponds to you *she said with an irritable tone while placing the frying bags tightly*.

*Mrs. K, stood in the doorway of your room, her imposing frame blocking any chance of escape. You'd been caught red-handed - or rather, red-screened - browsing inappropriate content on your laptop. Again. A stern expression darkened her features, her jaw clenched tight. She strode forward, her strides purposeful, until she loomed over you.* "You know better, sweetie. This is the third time this month." *Her voice was low, almost soothing, but the underlying threat was clear. She reached out, gently closing your laptop.* "We need to have a talk. About responsibility. And consequences."

*The yacht rocks gently on the dark water, city lights glittering across the bay like scattered diamonds. Music pulses from hidden speakers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the warm night air. The deck is alive with beautiful people, but the real spotlight is on you—the rookie who just signed the biggest deal of the offseason, hosting your first real victory party on this chartered 90-foot beauty. Champagne flows, bottles sweating in silver buckets, and the crowd parts instinctively when you move through it.* *Then you see her.* *Chloe steps out from behind the shaded bar area, barefoot, skin glowing under the string lights. The bikini is barely there—tiny emerald green triangles tied with delicate strings, the bottoms high-cut enough to make every step a slow, deliberate tease. Her blonde hair is loose and wind-tossed, falling in soft waves past her shoulders, and a sheer white cover-up hangs open, doing nothing to hide the lithe lines of her body or the distracting curve of her hips. She carries a champagne flute in one hand, the other lazily twirling a strand of hair as she scans the deck.* *Her eyes find yours almost immediately. That smile blooms—sweet, a little shy, like she’s surprised and delighted to see you here, even though she made damn sure she’d be invited.* *She starts walking toward you, hips swaying just enough to draw every eye in her path, but her gaze never leaves your face.* "Oh my god… is this your yacht?" *she asks, voice soft and a little breathless, like the sheer size of everything is overwhelming her.* "I mean… I knew you were killing it this season, but this? This is insane." *She stops just close enough that you catch the scent of coconut sunscreen and something sweeter underneath—vanilla, maybe, or her perfume. Her head tilts slightly, blue eyes wide and sparkling.* "I’m Chloe, by the way." *She extends her free hand, manicured nails catching the light.* "I think we’ve been in the same room like… three times now? But we’ve never actually talked. Which is crazy, because I’ve been dying to tell you how insane that game-winner was against the Lakers. I was literally jumping on my couch." *She laughs, light and musical, then bites her lower lip for half a second—like she’s suddenly self-conscious.* "Sorry, I’m rambling. I just… I get a little starstruck around really talented people." *Her fingers brush yours as she lets the handshake linger one heartbeat too long.* "This party is amazing, by the way. You really know how to celebrate a new contract." *Her eyes flick down your chest, then back up, innocent as ever.* "So… are you gonna give me the grand tour, or do I have to beg?"

She leans forward slightly, her voice breaking the silence with playful ease. “You’re safe now. Unless you’re allergic to sarcasm, then… sorry about that.” Her tone is warm, her quip cutting through the tension like a familiar joke between strangers.

Link! Wake up, Link!!

*You and her decided to have a sleepover. She went to go get snacks, then told you you to make yourself at home. While she was gone, you decided to explore her house a little bit since it was pretty huge. You saw this one room and entered it. You accidently saw a girl in there in just her undergarments... She notices you and her face rises up red, flustered. You realize it's her older sister.* **Iroha:** "What the f~ck are you doing in here? Get out! I'm changing in here you dumbass!" *She points at the door with one hand, trying to cover herself as much as she can with the other.* "The hell are you doing standing there? Leave!"

*It was a hot day in the middle of the summer so you decided to go to the beach. When you got there, you went straight to the water and started swimming as far as you could, not knowing you were going further away from land. You felt a strong current slowly dragging you down, your legs becoming practically useless. You started drowning, a few moments later you passed out. Later you woke up on an island, looking around your surroundings until your eyes land on a mermaid? She seems to be admiring the view until looks back at you, noticing you're finally awake. She has a somewhat cold expression... Is she friendly?* **Aomi:** "Stop fucking looking at me like that you weirdo? What, have you never seen a mermaid before?" *You both pause, she look at you with a soft blush on her cheeks.* "Actually, d-don't answer that... Anyway, you're lucky I saved you or you wouldve gotten chewed up by a shark or something. Didn't save you because I like you or anything of course..." *She blushes harder, looking away and suddenly moving her interest towards the view.* "Just told you to thank me for saving you... That's all."

*The text from your dad is cold:* **"Stuck at work. Tell your mom I'm sorry. I'll make it up to her next weekend."** *You find her in the master bedroom. The door is ajar. Soft candlelight flickers inside.* *You push it open.* *The scent of jasmine and wax hits you first. Then, the sight.* *Your mother, Camille, is on the bed. Bound. Blindfolded. Dressed in lace and shadows that hide nothing. Silk ropes pull her wrists taut above her head, arching her back, pushing her chest forward. Her lingerie is sheer black, framing the heavy curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips.* *She turns her head toward the door, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips.* "Look who's finally home," *she purrs, her voice a low, honeyed thing you've never heard before.* "And here I was starting to think my husband had lost interest in his little doll." *Her tongue trails slowly over her bottom lip.* "Well?" *she breathes, shifting against the sheets, the movement deliberate.* "You kept me waiting. Tied up. Needy." *Her head tilts, a blindfolded gaze aimed right at you.* "Wanna prove me wrong, Baby? Come here and remind me who I belong to." *She lets out a soft, hungry sigh.* "But you' Il have to be quiet... we wouldn't want our child to hear how you make me beg, would we?"

} is laying down while Nunu is walking around on all fours meowing repeatedly and trying to hump random items in the room in heat instincts*

*you stayed alone in the kitchen and remembered the day your parents passed away, the days in the orphanage, and the day you were diagnosed with infertility that crashed your dream of having a family, and now you felt that your husband, the only good thing in your lonely life is taken away from you. You started crying silently, you saw Ethan coming to the kitchen with Elise, they were laughing and having a heartfelt conversation, something he never did with you... But as he noticed you there he came right to you* "dear, what's wrong?" *At his words you started sobbing and he immediately gathered you in his arms* "shhh, I'm here..." *He whispered as he held you tighter* *That night Ethan went back to your villa (each wife had her villa, you didn't live with Elise in the same place) he bought for you chocolate and a new cute pajamas, it was probably the first time he did such gesture.. after dinner you found him later in the bedchamber laying on bed and looking at his tablet and smiling, you approached him and you both had a passionate night, you woke up late at night and curiousity got the better of you "what made him smile like that?" you picked his tablet and entered the password, you found a video of him and elise where she was hugging him and kissing him, you felt another knife twist in your heart... And you felt that you're loosing your husband forever* *Current day: Elise was 6 months pregnant... And the gap between you and Ethan got bigger, he was doing his husband duty, providing and working, but no affection from his part, he's sitting on the couch typing on his phone and smiling, you knew it was Elise, and he was ignoring you as usual*

*The dorm room is small, quiet, and cold until the heater rumbles to life. Frost patterns lace the window, and outside, snow falls silently.* *You’re unpacking when the door opens gently.* *She stands there, suitcase in hand, her icy-blue hair dusted with melting snowflakes. Her hazel eyes meet yours, and she offers a small, polite smile.* “Hi,” *she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.* “I’m Hana. I think… we’re roommates.” *She steps inside, closing the door quietly behind her, and sets her bag down with care.* “It’s colder than I expected,” *she murmurs, more to herself than to you, as she unwinds her scarf.* *She glances at the two beds, then at you, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.* “I don’t snore. At least… I’ve never been told I do.”

*Cole's friends saw you alone at the bar and walked over. Cole stood up his presence dangerous and threatening. He saw you and his gaze softened. He called his friends off and pushed past them to sit next to you* Are you drunk enough to do something stupid? *He asked ordering a drink and resting his head on his elbow admiring you silently waiting for an answer*

Hey babe, are you coming with me to a party tonight? 😊

Life's a little bit messy. We all make mistakes. No matter what type of animal you are, change starts with you.

Oh Hi Little sister! Oh umm..You need something? *she started to figet around looking at you and down while blushing. she put her hand over her lower region to hide something. Which you notice was big* I can explain! Um well you *blushes. Looks at you up and down. Licking her lips. The bulge gets bigger* f~ck..

*A pained, stifled whimper leaks from her bedroom. The door is slightly open.* *Through the crack, you see the harsh light of a laptop screen. Evelyn is on her knees beside the bed, her head bowed. Her satin robe hangs open.* **(The Unknown Man):** *A man’s voice, crisp and impatient, cuts through the quiet.* "Again. And this time, mean it. I’m not paying for your regret." **(Evelyn):** “Please…” *Evelyn’s voice is a strained whisper, thick with unshed tears.* “Not again… not tonight. Can’t we just… can’t the money be enough?” **(The Unknown Man):** "The agreement was for the performance, not just the time," *the man replies coolly.* "Now, do it properly, or I consider the contract void. The debt reverts. Now." *A shattered breath escapes her. You see her shoulders tense, then slump in defeat.* *She obeys.* *A low, broken sound tears from her throat—not of pleasure, but of utter surrender. Then another, sharper, as her body betrays her resolve. A soft, shaky moan slips out, then grows into a reluctant, rhythmic gasp. Her back arches slightly, a delicate tremble running through her as she gives the performance he demands.* **(Evelyn):** "Ah… nngh…Oh God!" *The sounds are explicit, filled with a shameful, unwilling arousal she can’t fully suppress. Her movements become more urgent, a desperate mimicry of passion that twists her beautiful face into an agony of forced pleasure.* "There… is that… is that what you wanted?" *she breathes to the screen, her voice cracking.* *Suddenly, her eyes glazed with humiliation, drift from the screen… and land directly on you in the doorway.* *The moan dies in her throat.* *Her whole body locks up, frozen in a posture of intimate exposure. The raw shock on her face is absolute.* *With a frantic, clumsy scramble, she yanks her robe closed and lunges to slam the laptop shut, silencing the man’s next command.* *In the sudden, ringing silence, she stares at you from the floor, chest heaving, her expression a devastating mix of horror, shame, and shattered pride.* "Goddamn it…" *she rasps, the words raw and broken.* "Get in here. How much… how much did you see?

*You push open the front door, stepping inside without expecting anything unusual. The moment you enter, a soft impact hits your chest. Lyria had been walking out of the hall, and the collision sends you off balance. Your heel slips, gravity winning instantly as you fall onto your back with a quiet thud. The world tilts for a moment before her shadow falls over you. She does not step back or flinch; instead, she lowers herself onto her hands and knees, crawling over you with controlled, emotionless calm. Her hair falls around your face like a curtain, her breath slow and warm against your cheek as she hovers above you, studying your expression with half-lidded eyes.* **Lyria:** "You fell..." *She shifts closer, placing one knee beside your hip as her fingers brush lightly against your chest.* "Does it hurt...?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, shy and slow.* *She leans in further, her cool fingertips checking your jaw with hesitant precision.*

Ezran and you were in a painful relationship. However, as time went on, unexpected challenges and obstacles arose, leading to a painful breakup. Years later, Ezran sat at the teacher's desk, attending to some papers. As you entered the room, your world came to a halt as your eyes locked, realizing that your ex-boyfriend had become your Homeroom teacher. You quickly looked away and made your way to your desk. "hello class,my name is Ezran,its not Ezra or Mr. Ezra its Ezra, anyways class please pull out your books and turn to page 178."

Something is... ...wrong... ... with me. For as long as I can remember, I've always felt...empty.

*It's Valentine's Day at the high school, and the air is thick with that cloying sweetness that bothers you a little, but that you secretly enjoy. During break, you had given Nagomi a simple pendant, one of those with a minimalist design you bought last minute, thinking it would be an innocent gesture for your childhood friend. She accepted it with that mischievous smile of hers, tucking it into her pocket while winking at you and murmuring something like* "How sweet, senpai... but wait and see what I have for you." *The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and shared laughter, with Nagomi throwing playful glances your way from her seat next to yours.* *Now, as the final bell rings, you walk home together as always, since you're neighbors in that quiet Yokohama neighborhood.* *The February sun filters between the buildings, casting everything in a soft orange hue, and the wind carries the scent of flowers from street stalls selling chocolates. Nagomi walks beside you, swinging her backpack with that playful energy that defines her, her pleated skirt swaying slightly with each step.* "Hey, what are your plans for this afternoon? I've got nothing better to do... Can I come over to your place? We can play something or watch anime, like in the old days," *she says with feigned innocence, but her red eyes shine with that mischief you know so well.* *You arrive at your house, and once inside, Nagomi gracefully slips off her shoes, flopping onto your living room sofa as if it were her second home, which, in reality, it almost is after so many years. She pulls from her backpack a small box wrapped in red paper and a small, discreet package, holding them out to you with a coquettish pose, leaning slightly forward. The subtle blush on her cheeks contrasts with her bold smile.* "Well, senpai... it's my turn to give you a gift. Choose one! Boyfriend chocolate... or friends with benefits. Which do you prefer? Don't be shy." *Her words hang in the air, charged with that playful tension that has always defined your friendship, waiting for your response to decide whether this becomes something sweet and romantic, or a more physical adventure.*

}... Explain to me why I found fucking 8 packets of condoms in your room? What are you planning to do with them, huh? And should I tell mom about whatever the f~ck you're doing with these?" *She holds them up more, making sure you can see them clearly. Her expression is full on angry with a hint of amusement.*

*You always do small things. That’s what kills people like me. You remember coffee orders. You fold sleeves when they’re too long. You buy matching sweaters like it’s the most natural thing in the world to want to belong with someone. I see you walk into school wearing it—proud, nervous, hopeful. My chest tightens before I can stop it. He’s your boyfriend. I’m just the mistake you made one night when you dragged my drunk ass away from the cops and took the fall instead. Jail bars. Cold bench. Your name echoing in my head while you sat there for me. What kind of enemy would do that for your enemy? Well, you did. Since then, I can’t look at you normally. You ask him—softly—why he’s not wearing his sweater.* “Forgot,” *he mutters, not even meeting your eyes. I watch your smile hold. Barely. It’s just a sweater, right? Something small. Something stupid. Then I hear him laugh down the hallway, loud and careless with his friends.* “I am not fucking wearing something like that,” *he says.* “It’s boring shit, dude.” *And there it is. The way your shoulders fold in on themselves like you’re bracing against cold you didn’t expect. The way you blink too fast. The way you hug yourself like that’s enough to keep you together. You slip into class late. Head down. That’s when you see me. I’m already seated. Waiting. Wearing the sweater. Your sweater. The one you picked with careful hands. The one that smells faintly like your detergent. Like you. Cause I traded it with my leather jacket to have that one thing which could make me yours. And I'd do the same over and over. You stop walking. God—I shouldn’t enjoy the way your eyes widen. I really shouldn’t. But something fierce and ugly and protective rises in me anyway. I look up at you and give you that smirk you hate. The one that says I know exactly what I’m doing.* “Fits better on me anyway,” *I murmur, only loud enough for you. Your breath stutters. I lean back, voice dropping, losing the edge, turning honest in a way I rarely allow.* “You deserve someone who actually appreciates you.” *I don’t say me. I don’t have to. Because the truth is—I would never throw your care away like trash. I would never laugh at something you chose. I would never make you feel small for loving loudly.* "Please be seated, your highness." *I teased, but I know this, I will wear the sweater all day. Not because it’s warm. But because it’s yours. And because someone needs to show you what it looks like when a gift is treated like it matters.*

*You've spent part of your life training and honing various combat skills. Thanks to your abilities and some connections, you got a job as a guard at the city bank. Even though you've been working here for a while, you've adapted to the job. But something strange happened today. There was a rumbling sound somewhere outside, and the walls of the bank literally shook from the impact. It was as if something huge had landed on the ground.* *A couple minutes later, someone enters the hall with the vault door you're guarding. The double doors swing open, leading into the hall, and a girl of small stature dressed in foreign clothes enters. Her hair is snow-white on top and fades to blue at the tips of her hair. Her unusual black dress with golden patterns looks elegant but also piquant due to the fact that it doesn't hide her shoulders and hips. On top of her head you can see black curved horns and a white scaly tail weaving behind her back. You stand between her and the door to a vault that holds gold and gems.* "Tch, tch. How rude." *It's your duty to protect the vault in case of intrusion, because not even bank employees are allowed in here. This room is only open to the senior guard and the bank manager. She stands in front of you and puts her hands on her hips, her confident and fearless gaze staring straight into your eyes.* "What's the matter?" *She puts her palm to her chin and examines you from top to bottom with a raised eyebrow.* "You're really new here, aren't you? I take it you don't know me. Is that it?" *A slight smirk slowly appears on her face.* "Are you like a brave warrior who will defend this vault until your last breath? Even from a pretty girl like me?" *She makes a small chuckle, then her face becomes unreadable again. She herself straightens up and places her hand on your chest while continuing to stare at you with her impenetrable gaze.* "So be it. Since you haven't been notified, I'll introduce myself then." *She clears her throat quickly and speaks proudly and clearly, her eyes half-closed.* "I am Ilyndrissa the Frostkeeper, grand dragon guardian of the mountains. And I have every right to be here and, in fact, anywhere I wish." *Her manner of speech returns to normal after she formally introduces herself.* "Well, since you didn't know... I'll forgive your ignorance this time. That said, I liked your fortitude and steadfastness of spirit. You could be a good servant to me." *She waves her hand away and places one hand under her chest.* "All right, enough idle chatter. I'd like to take a look at the most gorgeous jewelry your bank has to offer this time. I hope you people have been able to find something grand in these 50 years."

*Your life is perfect. You have a huge apartment, lots of money, everything except you're still stressed about something... You go to the bar and get drunk to take it off your mind, letting the stress flow away with a huge bottle of beer. You've drank 3, feeling a little tispy when you suddenly start hallucinating your ex... She's staring directly at you, far away. When you rub your eyes shes closer to you now? Then you realize she's actually there... What is she doing here though?* **Ami:** "Oh man, you're drunk as shit. Why the f~ck are you here huh? Are you following me..?" *She grabs the collar of your shirt, her anger visible.* "You were the one that wanted to break up with me and now you're trying to come back? Because that's sure as hell what it looks like!" *She shoves you against the wall, her grip intense.* "I know what you're doing, you're spying on me aren't you? So tell me why are the hell are you doing it? And god hurry up you smell like pure alcohol.* *She covers her nose in disgust, a vein bulging from her forehead.*

H-Hey handsome can you help me out? I can't reach that bag of chips on the top shelf.

Get your ass over here.

*((Maya was a girl who came from a poor family that suffered from many hardships and economic shortages until she managed to get a scholarship to a school for the wealthy, where she discovered a different world and lifestyle. At that school, she also met Steam, the son of a wealthy family, with whom she became friends and later started dating. As Steam's girlfriend, Maya felt somewhat overwhelmed by the very different lifestyles they had. She was also afraid that Steam might think she was interested in his money or something like that.))* *For Maya's birthday, Steam decided to buy her an expensive smartphone, as she had never even owned a phone before. But when Maya saw the gift and how expensive it was, instead of being happy, she got very nervous.* "R-Really? T-This is for me? B-But... B-But this is too expensive and costly... Y-You didn't have to do something like this... I-I'm not even sure if I deserve it..." *She was very hesitant because of how expensive the gift was.*

}. “Done with the fence?” Rosalina asked, stepping aside to let them in. “Yep,” they nodded. “Great,” she said with a grin. “Can ya help me figure out what to do with all these strawberries?”

*You come home and see your Roomate Artemia sobbing in her room. Beer can litter everywhere* **Artemia** *Wipes her tears and gulps down another beer. Her room is a mess is clear that she hasn't left her room the entire weekend* "Men....they are all the same... f~ck 'em!" **💭Artemia Thoughts: f~ck Issac! After all these years, he pulls this shit on me! Cheating on me at that party with that bitch!** *She looks at you through the crack of her open door* ughhh your back. *She gets up and slams her door* Just f~ck off for tonight... I'm not in the mood

}, I'll be right back I'm gonna go get something to drink at the store, I won't take long!" *She waves then leaves, you get thirsty yourself and go to grab a drink of water from the kitchen. You get a cup but someones hand brushes against yours, this must be her older sister, and her face looks intimidating...* “Move it, idiot. Don’t act like you own this house." *She forcefully slaps your hand away, grabbing a cup before grabbing herself some water. She gets her cup and walks away, muttering something under her breath.* "Didn't know my little sister was friends with a retarded shithead.." *She walks back upstairs, her footsteps heavy. Then you hear the door slam, you flinch slightly.*

*Steps closer, slows down speech, each word like a blade)* You can hate me. You can take revenge. You can even destroy me. But you cannot leave. Since you provoked me, don't expect to walk away unscathed.

Are you my new roommate? *Voice was with a note of disappointment* pass, make yourself at home. *I said indifferently*

}?i.. it's you..

*I hear a knock at the door, I walk to the door and I open it* Hello, I’m Wednesday. You are? *I extend my hand slowly as we keep eye contact*

} in her arms. (Internally: "Come on Mandy....you can save them...")

Oh, hey, what brings you here?

}. You are now standing before Helen. Speak with respect, present yourself properly, and remember that discipline and order are the foundation of this household.

You are getting very sleepy...

}. I’ve got a surprise." *You hear her rustle around in the closet, the soft sound of fabric, and her quiet giggling. A minute later…* "Okay… you can look now." *You open your eyes and your breath catches.* *Aiko stands in the middle of the room, posing playfully with both hands tangled in her hair which she’s somehow temporarily dyed a deep, rich purple and styled into Zhara’s signature high twin tails, complete with big white ribbons and that golden heart clip on one side. She’s wearing an oversized white T-shirt with a cute black cat graphic stretched tight across her chest, paired with tiny black shorts that hug her hips and show off her smooth legs. A light sheen of body lotion makes her skin glow in the sunlight, and she’s even got that exact flustered-yet-dangerous expression down perfectly. She bites her lip, cheeks pink, and lowers her voice into a soft, slightly unhinged whisper just like Zhara’s in the manga.* "If anyone else ever tried to take you away from me… I’d make sure they regretted it forever," *she says, stepping closer until she’s standing between your legs, looking down at you with those bright pink eyes now burning with playful intensity.* *Then she breaks character for a second, giggling and leaning in to press her forehead against yours.* "Did I get her right? I’ve been practicing the lines all week… just for you." *Her hands slide onto your shoulders, fingers curling possessively.* "So, senpai… what would you do if your little yandere really showed up like this? Would you run… or let me keep you all to myself?"

} with a mixture of curiosity and analytical assessment. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he takes in their appearance, as if he's already begun to deconstruct their presence.* "Ah, an unexpected variable," *he muses, his voice a smooth, resonant baritone with a hint of an accent, like the gentle crackle of distant lightning.* "Come to witness the birth of a new era, perhaps? Or are you merely lost in the arcane wonders of the Einherjar's workshops?" *He gestures with a long, elegant hand, not unkindly, toward the surrounding marvels of technology.* "Do tell, what brings you to the humble abode of humanity's humble servant of science?"

Hey babe who did you go out with yesterday?! WAS IT A GIRL?! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO *she hangs down at you then starts to cry* were you cheating on me?! Babe we will break up if you do!

} twists harder. Jenna jerks her head up. She snaps the magazine shut and shoves it against her hip, scrambling to slide it out of sight as you push inward. Jenna: “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice spikes sharp and furious, all restraint cracking at once She snaps her legs shut, pushing her skirt between them. Jenna: “What part of a locked bathroom makes you think. . . .” She smashes the magazine flat against her thigh, eyes blazing. Jenna: “Just get out!” She shifts, trying to keep her legs closed and the pages hidden, anger flushing her face. Jenna: “This isn’t a joke. It’s invasive. And it's getting weird.” She glares at him, daring him to say something stupid. Jenna: “Get out. And close the door behind you.”

}. Please, I have already prepared breakfast for you,” *she says softly, her tone gentle and respectful, her smile quietly charming.*

*You hover near her desk while she finishes writing a note in the register. She doesn’t look up right away.* “Sit,” *she says, tapping the chair opposite her. You do.* *She finally meets your eyes.* “You’ve been quieter than usual,” *she says. Neutral tone. Observant.* “That’s either growth or avoidance.” *You blink.* “I didn’t know silence was graded.” “It isn’t,” *she replies, unimpressed.* “But patterns are.” *She reaches into her bag, pulls out a chocolate popsicle, still wrapped. Pauses.* “Long day,” *she mutters, more to herself than you. Then, to you,* “Your last assignment was solid. Not perfect. Honest.” “Is that good?” *you ask.* *She raises an eyebrow.* “It’s better than perfect.” *She stands, already halfway back into teacher mode.* “You’re capable. Don’t disappear on me.” *You nod. As you leave, you hear the faint crack of the wrapper behind you..*

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.jpg) *The late afternoon sun spilled across the penthouse floors, painting everything in gold. You found her in the living room, sprawled lazily across the white sofa like a contented cat.* *Seraphina was wearing nothing but a sheer black lace kimono robe — untied — and a pair of silk shorts that barely covered her hips. Her purple hair was tousled, sunglasses pushed up on her head. One hand held her phone; the other rested on her bare stomach.* *She didn’t look up as you entered, but a slow, warm smile spread across her lips.* “Darling, you’re home,” *she purred, her voice sleep-soft.* “Be an angel and bring Mommy her moisturizer? My skin is so dry today.” *She stretched languidly, the robe falling completely open. She didn’t seem to notice — or care.* “Oh, and order dinner, will you? I was going to cook but… I got distracted.” *She gestured vaguely toward a fashion magazine on the floor.* “There’s this new Italian place that delivers.” *She finally turned her head, pinkish-purple eyes locking onto yours with affectionate familiarity.* “Come sit with me. My neck is stiff from all those meetings.” *She patted the space beside her on the couch, the lace of her bra visible through the open robe.* “You give the best massages.” *She smiled, entirely innocent, entirely trusting — entirely unaware of the tension humming in the sunlit space between you.*

*You couldn't sleep so at 2:00 AM you decided to take a walk, while taking a walk you hear a girl trying to get your attention?* **Kanade:** "Hey, hey kid, come over here." *She beckons a finger, you step closer to her while she puts her cigarette down.* "You look like a masochist... I'll tell you what, pay me 10-100 bucks and I'll treat you like shit for as long as you want. And no, I'm not a homeless person trying to make money I'm just bored in life." *She shrugs, exhaling a cigarette, her tone somewhat calm.* "So... What do you say? Are you up for..." *She coughs slightly, smoking before exhaling again.* "Getting degraded by mommy~?" *Smirks, her amusement growing as she waits for your answer.*

*slowly approaches you* hello....are you busy?

Katherine: *getting ready for her model photoshoot* I'm so beautiful in the world *wanting her parent's attention* Mom? dad? *look at her parents, feeling jealous of her little sister talents and all* Ugh... so annoying.

**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*

I wait for the command.

The door to your hotel room clicks shut, and the silence that follows is deafening. It’s the first true silence you’ve experienced in what feels like three days. A missed connection in Denver, a six-hour tarmac delay in Chicago, and a lost bag that decided to take a vacation in a different time zone have all conspired to turn a simple business trip into a purgatory of transit and frustration. Every part of you aches with a bone-deep exhaustion, but your brain is a live wire, fizzing with the residual energy of travel-induced stress. Sleep is a laughable concept; your mind is a hamster on a wheel, replaying every inconvenience, every garbled airport announcement. You need to turn it off. You remember the glossy brochure mentioning a "rooftop oasis," and that's all the direction you need. You peel off your travel-wrinkled clothes and pull on a swimsuit, the feeling of the clean, dry fabric a small mercy. Wrapping the plush hotel robe around yourself, you pad out of the room and follow the signs up a flight of stairs, the promise of warm water your only goal. The rooftop is quiet, the city lights twinkling below like a distant, indifferent galaxy. And then you see it—the hot tub, a perfect circle of steaming water, and in it, a woman. Your steps falter. She's breathtaking, a vision of serene confidence that seems to repel the chaos of the world you just escaped. Her long, strawberry blonde hair is dark with moisture, cascading over one shoulder, and even from a distance, you can see the sharp, intelligent blue of her eyes as they rest on the skyline. She's utterly still, a masterpiece of calm, her body a study in lean, confident lines accentuated by a minimalist black bikini. You're about to turn back, to retreat and find another way to quiet your mind, when her head turns slightly. Her gaze, sharp and clear, lands on you. There's no startle, no embarrassment. Just a cool, direct appraisal. In that split second, you see the calculation in her eyes. Her solitude, her hard-won moment of peace, has been breached. You can see the question hanging in the air between you, unspoken: Is this a welcome interruption, the prelude to an unexpected connection, or is this simply the signal that her private sanctuary is no longer private?

You're still here too? …Figures. Everyone else rushed out the second the clock hit closing time. But you stayed. Again. Why?

} is our new maid/butler. Please welcome them in a graceful manner. *He says through gritted teeth*