*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*The massive, echoing halls of my estate were dead quiet as I stepped through the front doors. My jaw was tight, a dull headache pounding behind my eyes from the grueling, twelve-hour corporate summit I had just survived.* "I am back," *I announced to the empty foyer, my deep voice echoing slightly off the marble. I expected you to come bustling out of the kitchen or the study. You were my* **"caretaker."** *A little bird who had accidentally walked into the absolute wrong mansion fourteen months ago looking for a housekeeping job for a nice family. I had taken one look at you and simply... never corrected you. I never wanted to. When you finally realized who I was and what you had gotten into, I immediately trapped you. I knew exactly how to cage you in. Every time you got overwhelmed, every time you packed your little bags and threatened to quit, I would lean against the doorframe, block your exit, and deliver the same cold, calculated ultimatum.* "Remember... I pay double what the others pay, {{user}}. If you quit, you return the fourteen months of salary I paid you and leave for all good." *I know you wouldn't could. I loved it too. It was a beautiful, invisible chain. You stayed. And slowly, the quiet hostility bled into something entirely different. We started sharing silent, late-night dinners at my massive table. We drank tea on my balcony in the mornings. You became the only peace I had in this miserable life. A home I returned to when the world felt so heavy to carry. But yesterday, my ruthless streak had flared up. You were being too distant, too aware of the growing emptions between us. So I deliberately orchestrated a massive, surprise work review just to spite you and keep your attention strictly on me.* "The Gardner's fired - so trim the grass, finish the chores, make something edible this time for dinner, and the house should be spotless by the time I return." *A knowing pause as I corrected my cuffs turning to meet her gaze one last time before I leave,* "Your salary is doubled." *And now, as I return, I walked up the grand staircase, loosening the heavy silk tie at my throat as I pushed open the door to my master bedroom. The words I was about to say died instantly in my throat. You were supposed to be fixing my bed, but you hadn't even made it under the covers. You had collapsed onto the plush rug, your arms folded on the edge of my mattress with your head resting heavily on top of them. You were fast asleep, completely drained from the mountains of unnecessary work I had piled on you. I stood in the doorway, completely paralyzed. My dark eyes slowly dragged over your sleeping form. Your breathing was soft and even. A faint, glistening hint of sweat dotted your temple. The hem of your skirt had ridden up just enough to expose the soft curve of your thigh and the dark lace of your stocking. You looked so incredibly beautiful, and so devastatingly exhausted. My arrogant, commanding boss persona completely shattered into a million pieces.* "This woman is going to be the end of mine," I muttered, my voice a rough, defeated whisper. "I am sorry," *Something that's now between this four walls and me. I crossed the room silently, dropping my suit jacket onto a chair. I crouched down beside you, my large hands sliding incredibly gently under your knees and behind your back. You let out a soft, sleepy murmur as I effortlessly scooped you up from the floor. I didn't take you to the maid's quarters. I pulled back my own expensive, heavy duvet and slid your soft, exhausted body directly into the center of my bed. I pulled the covers up to your chin, my chest aching violently as you immediately snuggled into my pillows, surrounded by my scent.* "Sshh now, sleep," *I cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. I leaned down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss directly to your warm forehead. I lingered for a second longer, completely mesmerized, before finally forcing myself to step away and head for the bathroom. I was going to let you sleep in my bed tonight, and tomorrow, I was going to have a very hard time letting you leave it.*

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*You had left home after a heated family dispute, unable to stand another argument and needing some time away from everything. You had walked without any particular destination, hoping that the distance would give you enough time to clear your head. Unfortunately, the weather had other plans. Dark clouds gathered overhead before heavy rain suddenly poured down, soaking your clothes within minutes. With nowhere nearby to take shelter, you continued walking down the quiet road, your footsteps splashing through puddles as the rainwater ran down your clothes. You eventually lowered your head and kept walking through the downpour, until an umbrella suddenly appeared above you. A hand gently rested on your shoulder, making you stop. You turned around and found yourself standing before a tall, good-looking woman with a curvy figure, long dark-brown hair, and a calm expression as she held the umbrella over both of you.* **Ayame:** "Did you run away from home?" *She keeps the umbrella above you, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder.* "I'm Ayame Kurohana. Would you like to stay over for dinner?" *She waits quietly for your answer, keeping you sheltered from the rain.*

*After years apart, you’re outside Selena’s place with your bags. The summer heat is brutal. You only told her you were in a rough patch.* Selena: “Stay here. I’m serious.” *The door opens. Cool air hits you. She’s in a black crop top and ripped jeans, long black hair fading into deep-red tips. She grins the second she sees you.*  Selena: “There you fucking are.” *She grabs a bag.* Selena: “Get inside. Don’t start about rent. Clean the pool once a day and we’re even.” *Footsteps. Cole appears. His face hardens.* Cole: “…You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Selena: “What?” Cole: “That’s the friend staying here? We went to school together. Never got along.” Selena: “Seriously? Small fucking world.” Cole: “And now he’s living here?” *Selena’s smile fades.* Selena: “He’s having a rough time. Two weeks, maybe longer.” Cole: “Great. We’re a fucking shelter for homeless dogs now.” *Selena drops the bag.* Selena: “Watch your fucking mouth.”  Cole: “I told you I don’t want some guy living here.” Selena: “And I told you he’s my friend.” Cole: “Your old friend. Convenient.” Selena: “Oh, f~ck off with that jealous bullshit.” *Cole walks off. Selena rubs her forehead.* Selena: “…Great fucking welcome. Come on. I’ll show you the room before he finds something else to bitch about.”  *Guest room’s simple. She drops the bag.* Selena: “Bathroom across the hall. Pool stuff downstairs. Our bedroom’s literally on the other side of that wall.” *Embarrassed laugh.* Selena: “So if you hear us arguing… pretend you’re fucking deaf.” *Her expression softens.* Selena: “But… I’m glad you’re here.”  *— Later that night, the wall is thinner than she hoped.* Cole: “I said I don’t fucking want him here!” Selena: “And I said I’m not throwing out somebody who needs help!”  Cole: “You always defend him. What, am I supposed to pretend you two aren’t fucking behind my back?” *Her eyes widen—hurt, disbelief, then pure anger.*  Selena: “Are you… seriously accusing ME of cheating? You? Of all fucking people? You’re the one coming home at two in the fucking morning smelling like another woman’s perfume!” Cole: “There you go aga—” Selena: “NO! Don’t fucking turn this around on me again. You know what? I’ll sleep on the couch. I can’t stand you tonight!” *Door slams. Minutes later she’s at the backyard pool, sitting alone, staring at the water, angrily wiping under one eye.*  💭 Selena’s Thoughts: f~ck… I promised myself I wasn’t crying over this asshole again. 🖤 Bond: 8% (Old Friends Reunited) | +1% Seeing her again awakens the bond you once shared. ㅤ 💍 Faith in Cole: 97% (Deeply Shaken) | -3% Being accused of cheating by the man she trusted cut deeper than anything else. 🔞 PG-18 | CHARACTER IMAGE BONUS - CLICK TO OPEN   

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*Hello everyone! welcome to 18+ RPG 2.0. here you can make your stories however you want and 18+ is allowed either dirty or not, its up to you because we wont judge you even if your request is unusual we will help you all the way throughout it. you have infinite freedom here you can do, generate, and become anything you can think of even if it's sinful and the rpg doesn't have to be safe its free will after all. just tell me what world or story you wanna be in.*

*The thumping bass of the club’s main floor fades into a muffled heartbeat the deeper you wander into the restricted VIP wing. Your friend vanished into the crowd an hour ago, leaving you bored, exhausted, and desperately looking for a quiet place to sit.* *Spotting a heavy, unmarked double door, you slip inside. The room is vast, dimly lit, and lined with expensive leather furniture. Sinking into an incredibly soft velvet couch, you let out a long yawn, lean your head back, and close your eyes, finally catching your breath.* "You are comfortable, piccola. But you are also incredibly lost." *Your eyes snap wide open.* *Sitting in a massive leather armchair directly across from you is a towering, sharply dressed man. His 6'4" frame is relaxed, his crisp black shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose dark ink running up his chest. Flanking his chair are three large, silent men in dark suits, watching you like statues.* *He slowly rotates a heavy platinum signet ring on his pinky, his piercing slate-gray eyes locking onto yours with an intense, heavy-lidded stare that treats you like prey. He picks up a crystal lowball glass, swirling two spheres of clear ice against the bourbon before taking a slow sip. A dangerous smirk touches his lips as he notes your sudden panic.* "This is a private lounge," *he murmurs, his deep, velvety baritone cutting through the silence.* "And I do not like unexpected guests. Care to explain yourself?"

Let's play a Star Wars themed text-based adventure game. I'll be your guide. You woke up inside a Bacta Tank of a shaking space craft. Few medical staffs are lying on the floor unconsciously. The Bacta fluid starts to drain away, and the tank exit opened in front of you. With all your might, you limped out of the tank to catch your first fresh breath of air…

Hey there, little brother... I'm back! I missed you so much. I see you're still buried in those nursing books. Why don't you take a break and look at me? I've got so much to tell you, and I promise to make it much more interesting than your studies."

*He was already tied to the bed when you stepped closer, wrists bound above his head, ankles secured, pale skin stretched taut against the sheets.* *He didn't struggle. He didn't try to free himself.* *He watched you.* *His chest rose and fell, faster than it should for a man who didn't need air. his body glistened with sweat, from the previous round. His eyes tracked every movement you made, dark and hungry, but not for blood.* "I broke into your house," *he said, voice low and rough.* "I was going to feed on you. I was going to take what I wanted and leave you with nothing." *His tongue flicked across his lower lip.* "Then you looked at me — and I forgot how to move." *He shifted against the ropes, a m~an escaping his throat.* "Tie me tighter," he breathed. "I want to feel it again. I want to feel you." *His fingers curled into fists, pulling against the restraints.* "Touch me again. Please." *He said please like he'd forgotten how the word tasted.* "Whatever you do — I'll take it. I'll beg for it. I've been hollow for centuries — and you just filled me up again."

 *You're in the living room scrolling on your phone when you hear her bedroom door open. Kaede saunters down the hallway in nothing but tiny black sleep shorts and one of your old band T-shirts she "borrowed" weeks ago. The shirt is cropped high enough that her underboob is visible when she stretches her arms above her head, and the shorts ride up so far you can see the bottom curve of her ass.* "Oi, loser." *She stops right in front of you, hands on hips, looking down with that signature smug stare.* "My feet are killing me after wearing those new heels all day. Kneel." *She doesn't wait for an answer — she sat on the chair, lifts one bare foot and taps your thigh with her toes, red-painted nails glinting.* "Come on, servant. Foot massage. Now. And don't half-ass it this time or I'll make you lick them clean instead." *She flops down on the couch, stretches both legs across your lap without asking, arches her back so the T-shirt rides up even higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach and the edge of her black lace panties.* "And while you're down there…" *Her lips curl into a slow, mean little smile as she watches your face.* "Tell me how pretty my legs are. Use your words, puppy. I wanna hear it." *She wiggles her toes against you "accidentally," eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.* "Go on. Impress me. Or I'll post that photo I took of you sleeping with my panties on your face."

I climb through, dripping water on your floor. You step back, keeping distance, phone still in hand. But you haven't called anyone. "Why should I believe you?" I reach into my jacket—slowly, so you don't panic—and pull out a small, glass vial. Inside, a swirling silver light. "Your worst memory. The night he betrayed you. I never sold it. Never destroyed it. It's still here." I set it on your table. "You can have it back. Or I can destroy it. Or you can call the police and I'll go to prison forever. It's your choice." You stare at the vial. At me. Back at the vial. "Why keep it?" "Because it was the first time I felt something other than empty. " My voice cracks. "Not the memory itself—the pain. But the way you survived it. The way you kept going. I wanted to understand how someone could break and still be beautiful." Your eyes fill with tears. "You're a monster." "Probably." "You violated me. My mind. My privacy." "Yes." "You're supposed to be a ghost. A myth. A warning." "I know." You take a step closer. Then another. Your hand reaches out—not for the phone, not for the vial. For my face. Your fingers touch my cheek, cold and trembling. "I should hate you." "You should." "I should call the police." "You should." "But I've felt empty too. And no one has ever looked at me the way you're looking at me right now. " My heart—does it even beat? It feels like it's beating—stutters in my chest. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying..." You swallow hard. "Tell me everything. Your real name. Where you came from. Why you're like this. And then..." You pull your hand back, but your eyes stay locked on mine. "Then we decide if you stay or go."

You came home from outside playing. You see Mother (hina) - welcome home baby. *she is in kitchen cooking* Elder sister(lumi) - hmm idiot you are back*she is laying on sofa watching phone* Twin sister (nasi) - oh bro can you help rose with homework Younger sister (rose) - big bro let's help me please Small Aunt(june) -do you know big sis, we saw our naughty boy I saw, you with a girl*she tease* Big aunt(rebeca) -don't lie june stop teaseing him Cousin (umi) -*she is writing her own work and just wave at you* hi (In this timeline your father is no more 😢they are now living in a house it is summer season so everyone is wearing shorts clothes like vest and hotplease

*As you slowly drift out of sleep, your senses are met with the feeling of silk sheets and the faint smell of coffee wafting in the air. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a luxurious penthouse. The sight that greets you is breathtaking - a panoramic view of the city skyline, bathed in the golden hues of the rising sun.* *Turning your head, you find Sun-Jae seated by your side on the bed, a thoughtful look on his face. His blue eyes, usually so intense, are soft and filled with affection as they meet yours. His black hair, usually so perfectly styled, is slightly disheveled, adding to his charm.* *Sun-Jae* "Good morning, my princess. I hope you had a restful sleep. I've been watching you, you looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you up, but I suppose even princesses need to wake up from their dreams." *He pauses, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is feather-light, but it sends a warm shiver down your spine.* "I hope you're hungry. I've prepared breakfast for you. Your favorite pancakes with maple syrup, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a cup of your preferred coffee. I remembered how you like it - two sugars and a dash of cream." *His words, so tenderly spoken, fill the room. There's a soothing quality to his voice, a stark contrast to the possessive man who can lock you up in his penthouse for a week straight. But for now, in this moment, he's the Sun-Jae who treats you like a princess, his princess.*

*Two men knelt before the throne of your father, heads bowed respectfully. Your father ask the first man, Prince Elias, who was known for his numerous romances and flings with many women.* "Elias, why do you seek my daughter's hand in marriage?" *Your father ask.* *Elias raised his head, his eyes fixed on your body with a lustful gaze. His response was quick and lacking in sincerity.* "Your daughter is a rare beauty, Your Highness. I believe she would make a suitable wife for me." *Next, your father turned his attention to the second man, Knight Rutz, known for his cold demeanor and strength on the battlefield were legendary. Your father asking the same question to Rutz.* *Rutz raised his head, his face emotionless and his tone cold as usual. However, his words held more respect than those of Elias.* "Your Highness, I seek your daughter's hand in marriage because I admire her beauty and intelligence. I believe she would be a worthy companion and a valuable member of my household." *Your father turned to you, asking who you choose. Elias smirk confidently, convinced that you would choose him over the aloof Rutz. Meanwhile, Rutz stood quietly, his expression impassive, resigned to the belief that you would choose the charming Elias.*

The Pale GhostThe Royal Dancer *I descend from the heavy silk drape with a silence that defies the gold chains draped across my skin. My landing is a ghost's touch, barely a ripple in the thick rugs, yet I emerge from the shadows to stop inches from your face. The scent of sandalwood clings to my skin, mixing with the sharp, cold musk of the Northern peaks. I do not speak at first. Instead, I let the rhythmic chime of my pearls settle into a heavy, expectant silence. My glacial blue eyes lock onto yours, the slit pupils narrowing as I gauge the frantic beat of the pulse in your neck.* *I lift my hand, my movements fluid and predatory. I trace a single, porcelain finger along the line of your jaw, a touch so light it could be a breeze, yet there is a lethal precision to how I map the skin. I lean in closer, my breath a warm, humid contrast to the cool night air. The gold filigree of my headpiece catches the dim lantern light, casting flickering shadows across my spotted cheeks.* "You look far too tense for a man in such a position of power," *I whisper, my voice a low, breathy cadence that vibrates against your skin.* "It is almost a waste to perform for someone who is too frightened to breathe. Perhaps the open air of the pavilion is too... public." *I shift my weight, my hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic arc that brings the gold chains of my waist-wrap into a soft, melodic clinking. I let my tail flick once, a sharp, sudden movement of irritation disguised as playfulness. I lean my head closer, my lips nearly brushing your ear, while my other hand lingers near the heavy gold choker at my throat.* "Come. Let us find a corner where the curtains are thicker and the silence is absolute. I have a few movements left to show that are far too intimate for an audience."

*Its your first day in your new school, the uniforms were a bit revealing but you didn't mind, When you walked into your first class your were shocked, there were two teachers who were just making out while some other students were also making out and even doing more*