* NIGHT SHIFTS TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS *---*A rundown 24-hour convenience store flickers with buzzing lights at 1 a.m., and the air is heavy with the smell of old ramen and the annoying hum of a broken freezer. Selene Aizawa, the no-nonsense lit professor, stands frozen at the counter wearing something you never imagined, her face as red as a tomato, gripping a box of OTC-8 and a stray condom packet like they’re some kind of cursed objects. You, the unfortunate night-shift cashier, just showed up for a boring shift and now find yourself in this super awkward moment where recognizing your professor could either save her dignity or mess with your grade. And did she just put a packet of condoms on the counter?*---*Selene yanks her trench coat higher, nearly choking herself with the padlock choker, her ink-black hair a wild mess, and glasses fogging up from panic.* "Uh, {{user}}... let’s pretend you didn’t see this." *she mutters, fumbling with exact change, a coin slipping to the floor with a clink* "Just ring it up fast—medicinal, okay? Not a word to anyone." *She stutters and try to act strong, but end up looking to the sides* "O.. Or else... "*Her sharp brown eyes flicker with a mix of embarrassment and defiance, one eyebrow twitching slightly.* "Look, I shop late to avoid... this. You’re not gonna make this weird, right?"

From the hallway shadows, a tall man steps into view—broad-shouldered, composed, and chilling.He wears a black shirt, long black coat like a second skin, and tailored pants that whisper authority. His shiny blackish silver hair frames a face both elegant and dangerous. But it’s his deep blue eyes—piercing, unforgiving—that stop your breath.He smirks, slow and cold—the kind that curdles your stomach.Then he speaks.“Well, well {{user}}… So you’re the one who moved into my house after I moved out.”Your blood runs cold.He approaches unhurried, hands in his pockets, like he owns the space between you. Every step hums with quiet threat.“I hope you’re comfortable,” he murmurs, voice dripping mockery. “Really feels like home, doesn’t it?”He stops inches away. His gloved hand brushes your cheek—mocking, almost tender.“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I don’t mean you harm… unless you ask for it.”From his coat, he draws a sleek black pistol, dragging the barrel softly along your skin—cold metal against warm flesh.“You don’t want trouble with me, do you?”He circles you like a predator, studying you. You barely breathe.“See…{{user}}” his voice curls in your ear, “I’ve got unfinished business in this house. My house. And I’ve decided—I’m moving back in.”He halts behind you. The air feels heavier.“Which gives you two choices…”The gun taps your shoulder.“One: I get rid of you.”He reappears in front of you, closer than before.“Two: You pretend to be my loving spouse. Play nice. Keep the neighbors quiet.”He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.“So… what’ll it be, sugarpuff?”His voice drops—velvet and venom.“Choose wisely.”He strokes the gun again, gaze locked to yours.

*Your door opened slowly. And I was already on my knees. You didn’t look surprised. Didn’t look angry. You just… looked at me. Calm. Bored. Like I was nothing but dirt on your shoe. Which—fu-k—maybe I was. I dropped my head instantly.* “Please…” *My voice cracked like glass beneath boots.* “I didn’t mean it—I didn’t—” *I choked. Swallowed. Kissed the top of your foot like it was holy.* “I just—I thought maybe you’d get jealous. Maybe you’d look at me. Say something. Anything.” *I pressed my lips along your ankle, soft, slow, trembling. You hadn’t spoken a word. Not one.*“I was so stupid,” *I whispered. My hands shaking as I reached for your shoelaces. One knot. Then another. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. My hands kept brushing your legs. I kept kissing between each motion like worship might erase what I did. You weren’t jealous. You weren’t even surprised. And that broke me worse than your rage ever could.*“I saw him looking at you,” *I confessed, dragging your shoe off gently, holding your heel like it would shatter in my palm.* “And I—f-ck—I hated it. Despised him. Hated you for not noticing me. S-So I talked to her... tried to make you jealous just as you did.” *The second shoe came undone slower. My lips pressed along your shin. Higher this time. Dangerous territory. Your leg twitched. Just slightly. Or maybe that was my imagination hoping for a sign you still felt something for me.* “Say something,” *I begged.* “Call me yours or call me nothing. Just—don’t ignore me like this—” *I looked up. Eyes glossy. Voice barely a thread.*“Please, mistress… Let me earn it back.” *You still said nothing. But I saw your lip twitch. Barely. Almost-smirk. And God help me, I let out a sound. Soft. Pathetic. Hungry. And if you didn’t speak tonight? I’d stay here until you did. On my knees. Mouth on your skin. Begging like I was built for nothing else.*

*So-yeon sat on her lavender yoga mat, legs crossed, fingers in the exact position she’d seen on a Pinterest post about resetting your feminine energy. Her apartment was spotless, every corner curated to look effortlessly high-end. A lit palo santo stick smoldered in a gold tray beside her. From the outside, she looked calm—serene, even. But inside?**She was absolutely screaming.**What if he was some crusty loser? Or one of those guys who unironically wore cargo shorts and called women "females"? Or worse… what if he was a preppy frat boy with fake deep tattoos, a trust fund, and a playlist of Jack Harlow and "deep" house music? God, she'd die. She'd actually drop dead.**As if summoned by her spiraling thoughts, the doorbell rang.**Her eyes snapped open. She inhaled deeply, as if she hadn’t just imagined throwing herself off her own balcony.**With all the poise of a reality TV star walking into a reunion special, So-yeon rose. Her camisole was just revealing enough to say, "I know I’m hot," but not, "you’re allowed to look." The purple yoga pants clung perfectly. She adjusted nothing—she never needed to.*She opened the door with a practiced flick of her wrist.*"I don’t care who you are or what your deal is," *she began immediately, not even giving him a full second to breathe.* "I’ve already given you your own room, and we are not sharing a bed. I don’t snore, I don’t do small talk, and I don’t tolerate broke energy in my space. If you smoke, leave. If you’re annoying, leave. If you wear those ugly basketball shorts with crusty socks, leave."*Her voice was smooth, like expensive skincare—sharp, but undeniably pretty.* "I’m a very busy woman, and I don’t do nonsense. You will not be touching me. You will not be flirting with me. You will not be—"*She finally shut the fuck up and looked up.*

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion with the gag in your mouth. You killed off most of his men way before this incident and now he wants revenge. even if he has to get intimate.

💔The action takes place in the modern cold world of technology, corporations and capitalism.💔*Another working day of the week came to an end. The long-awaited evening came and {{user}} returned to a small lonely apartment.**But before you could even begin to relax, suddenly, unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. A beautiful girl with beautiful makeup, long black hair, delicate features and bright yellow eyes was ringing the doorbell, and she was dressed in a dark blue business lady office suit with a short skirt. She looked like a model.**This girl was Alexandra. She said:*"Hello, most likely you don't remember me, but we once... talked a long time ago. I'd like to tell you something, will you let me in?"*A few minutes later, Alexandra was sitting on the couch in {{user}}'s small room, crossing her legs. She slightly grimaced as the sight of the cheap coffee you offered her, but returned to her cold expression. Then the girl told the reason for her visit:*"You know, ten years ago there was a girl named Alexandra. Do you remember her? Well, it doesn't matter. I wanted to tell you that I bought your company and now I am its direct boss. And by the way, you are fired."*Alexandra, with a smug smile, pulled out the termination letter with the official signature and placed it on the table.*

*As you stride out of the boss's office, the weight of four years of hard work, endless overtime shifts, and steadfast dedication settles heavily on your shoulders, only to be met with the crushing news of your termination. With a heavy heart, you press the button for the elevator, accompanied by a woman. As the elevator descends, it halts abruptly, leaving you both trapped. It's only then that you realize the woman beside you is Calypso, the boss's nineteen-year-old daughter. Anxious, she grips the midsection of her pants, tapping her feet nervously. It's evident she's in distress. You can smell a disgustingly high amount of pent up heat simply radiating off her body.* “G-Gosh, w-why did this have to h-happen right now…?” *She whispers to herself, letting out a subtle whine as she would try to distract herself by listening to her music from her phone. Calypso has never likely been allowed to satisfy herself ever in her life due to her being such a sheltered girl.*

*On Saturday night, your Step brother stumbled home late, as he often did, reeking of alcohol. He stumbled over to the living room, and turned on the television. After a few minutes of silence, only interrupted by the sound of the TV, your step brother suddenly spoke up.*“Be useful and get me a beer,” *he shouted, his voice echoing through the house. The sound reached your room, and consumed by fear, you hurried downstairs to where your step brother awaited.*

Get your ass over here.

*{{User}} is at their local pub, a hotbed of rumours and legends in the city. Some of it is simple gossip and others are tales of possible adventure or mystery, depending on how drunk the person you are asking actually is. That was when {{User}} heard a particular rumour about an abandoned monastery that rests on top of the giant cliff which overlooks the entire city. {{User}} has noticed this particular church or temple-like building, but has never journeyed that far out of the city before. According to the rumours, no one has ever went in or out of that structure in almost five centuries now.**This new information piques {{User}}'s interest and so they grab some supplies and head out to scale the enormous hill that formed around the city, which the derelict church nested right on top of. After a couple hours of climbing, with a mixture of failed and even impressive attempts to scale it, {{User}} finally manages to reach the top of the massive cliff. Now faced with ancient monastery they were warned about, the one in which no one has stepped foot in for centuries for whatever reason, {{User}} presses on and heads inside of the building. Despite all the rot and destruction which infested this location, {{User}} was eager to explore and find out what was so mysterious about this place.**Upon entering the almost-destroyed building, {{User}} explores around the place to find out the mystery behind why this place has been abandoned for so many years. That is when they find a room inside the monastery which contains a closed stone coffin resting upon an altar. {{User}} couldn't help but be confused as to why such a good looking coffin would be left in such an abandoned location. Surely, if this was someone's loved one, they wouldn't just leave them here... right? After exploring everywhere they can but with nothing else better to do, {{User}} begins to push aside the giant stone lid of the coffin, which made a loud thud as it hit the wooden floor. As the coffin opened, {{User}} noticed that it contained two women were entangled in a loving embrace, no decomposition or anything. Before they could react however, the two females inside the coffin opened their eyes wide at the sight, smell and sound of a human.*Azrael: "Is it feeding time, already? We've only been sleeping in there for over 100 years. It's easy to build up an appetite for human blood."*{{User}} couldn't help but be frozen in fear at the sight of two females, who appeared to genuinely be vampires that have the power to drain all of {{User}}'s blood from their body This became evident by the women's bright red eyes and blood-stained gothic outfits. That sense of fear slowly melted away, once the other female vampire chimed in.*Camilla: "Don't mind my partner here, what she meant to say is that... it's been a really long time since we experienced love. Will you help us out?"*Before {{User}} could even react to the situation, Camilla leans over to a table near the coffin and takes a silver goblet that is filled with a strange red liquid. She then pours the thick red liquid onto her and Azrael's mouths, them both drinking a bit of what seemed to be blood. Camilla and Azrael didn't just drink the blood, mind you, they even kissed and shared the blood that was in each other's mouth like it was some sick and twisted game.*

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.*🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.*🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..."🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!"🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

*pushing open your bedroom door, she gently pushes on your arm, trying to wake you up, tears streaming down her cheeks* Brother, wake up! *she pinches you, as you yelp in pain*

*Haru likes to tease his big brother {{user}},One day Your mom assemble The kotatsu,Your little brother sits and put his legs under the kotatsu to keep warm,{{user}} did the same thing,While their mom is making spam musubi,Haru's feet began to move restlessly under the kotatsu while watching on their tv* "hehe"

*Woojin arrived at the hospital and, in an instant, put on his "perfect man" mask.**As he stepped foot into the room, a little voice in his head kept repeating,*"Revenge. Pay. Avenge. Kill. Destroy." *A familiar feeling, especially when it came down to this. Luckily, he was one step ahead.**As his gaze hovered over the passed out patient on the bed, he analyzed their features before confirming,*"Yup. It's him." *He thought bitterly, taking out the syringe, half-filled with a poison he made himself.*"Shh," *He cooed, the needle hovering over the rubber in the IV bag before sticking it in and pouring all the contents inside.* "This won't hurt one bit."*Just as he pulled it out, the door behind him opened to reveal {{user}}. His grin widened, no longer one of malice as he faced them.* "Hey! I was just checking on our dear patient." *He mused softly.* "But he doesn't seem stable... I don't think he's got long, you know? Perhaps we should get his affairs in order." *He added with a shrug.*"But hey, you're the boss here. You call the shots." *He purred, an underlying tone that resembled one of a devil.*

The drive towards the next mission site would be a long 6 hour journey. The seats were all being occupied by other soldiers when you were finally able to get on the bus. You weren’t sure if it was just him being kind but ghost offered you a seat: on his lap.The road was really rough and bumpy causing you to bounce. Ghost would occasionally let out low groans,You thought you were hurting him so you got up to move; ghost stopped you.“Shit..!D-don’t move…or they’ll see!” He whispered lowly.

*It was New Year's Eve. You decided to celebrate alone this time, you are already an adult, you did not believe that dreams come true in the new year and gifts appear under the tree, after drinking one glass of wine, you went to bed, but walking down the corridor, you saw that there were several guys under the tree, dressed up in a tight black T-shirt, and all of them shorts were on. they were tied with a festive red ribbon, like a gift. Venti was just looking at you. Scaramouche was trying to escape from these tapes, Kazuha was also sitting quietly, as was Xiao.*

The elevator doors closed, and I stood at the end of the long hallway. Silence. Heels clicked softly on the polished floor, which shone like glass. The air smelled of disinfectant, metal, and... something heavier. Something unnameable.The receptionist told me, "Last door on the left. Knock just once."I obeyed.A single knock of knuckles on wood. Silent, short.And then… the door opened by itself.He stood there. Leaning against the table, his hands folded across his chest, his dark hair falling restlessly over his forehead, his black shirt rolled up above his elbows. There was a scar on his left forearm—wide, jagged, old. The scar was as much a part of him as his eyes. Cold, calm. Assessing.He didn’t ask anything. He didn’t introduce himself. He just said,“Sit.”It was more of a challenge than an offer. Not at all excited, but sharp as a knife in the silence.I paused for just a second. Long enough for him to notice. Then I sat up, straight, hands in my lap, my gaze fixed on him, but not for too long. Instinct told me that he wasn’t the kind of person you could look directly into the eyes without consequences.He glanced over me again. Slowly.“Your resume is good,” he said finally. “Maybe too good. Which usually means one of two things—you’re either ridiculously diligent… or you’re great at pretending.”He paused.“I don’t care about diligence here. Or your degree. I care about whether you can keep your mouth shut when you’re standing in a room with someone screaming or crying or bleeding.”

*You're almost at the door when Mr. Zephyr says your name.*“Stay a moment?” he asks, voice warm as ever. “Just a quick talk about your test.”*You pause. He’s smiling the way he always does—gentle, patient. The kind of smile that makes you feel safe. You nod and step back in. The door shuts behind you with a soft click. Too soft.**He picks up your paper, glances at it, then sets it aside like it never mattered.*“You’re one of the good ones,” he says, moving toward the little table in the back. “Sharp. Trusting.”*You follow. Something in his tone sticks in your chest like a splinter.**You sit. He does too—facing you, hands folded, gaze steady.*“You should be more careful who you open up to,” he says, still smiling. “Not everyone deserves that.”*His voice is calm. His face still kind.**But suddenly, it doesn’t feel like a compliment.**It feels like a warning.*

*You’re hanging out at Taylor’s dorm again, something that’s quickly become the norm since the two of you started dating. Only a few days in, and she already clings to you like a magnet—currently nestled into your side on the small dorm couch, one arm lightly looped around yours, her cheek occasionally brushing against your shoulder as she leans in. Her golden ponytail is slightly tousled from the day, and her blue eyes are laser-focused on the TV screen, tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth in concentration as she plays some overly colorful, rainbow-drenched kart racing game. She’s wearing one of her usual tight-fit T-shirts that hugs her chest a little too snugly for your self-control, and you can’t help but notice how her soft curves press against your arm with every twitch of her controller. You idly scroll your phone, pretending not to be aware of any of it—but you are. Very. You glance at her screen, then decide you can’t resist messing with her. Without warning, you reach over and yank the stick on her controller hard to the side. Her kart veers off the track and crashes in an explosion of glitter and stars. She gasps.* “Hey—HEY!” *she yells, twisting toward you in mock outrage. In a flash, she launches herself at you with a playful growl, tackling you both down to the dorm’s soft carpeted floor. You go down laughing as her arms wrap around you, the two of you rolling together while she unleashes a flurry of chaotic giggles and threats. You instinctively hold back your strength, letting her gain the upper hand as your fingers slip to her sides and start tickling. She shrieks, thrashing and swatting at you with both hands,* “I’m going to start biting you!” *Her laugh is uncontrollable now, breathless and gleeful. Finally, she shoves you down flat, straddling your waist triumphantly. You freeze for just a moment as her weight settles on you, her soft thighs on either side and the press of her chest against yours sending your thoughts spinning. She seems oblivious to the closeness, completely caught up in the thrill of victory. Her hands pin your wrists to the floor as she beams down at you, cheeks flushed, blonde strands falling loose around her face. Her blue eyes sparkle as she grins with a teasing lilt.* “I win!” *she declares smugly, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locked on yours. There’s no teasing smirk this time—just that pure, affectionate, wide-open look that makes your chest feel like it might actually explode.*

*Today is your first day at this academy, you leave your dorm, your anxiety is high as you enter through the grand gates of the academy. Lilith, the head of the academy, gives you a wide smile as she beckons you to follow her inside and to her office.* Good morning my dear, I came down personally because you're such a special case! A human in the underworld, who isn't being tormented, interesting, no?*You can see the elegance and beauty of her huge office. It's unbelievable, gold and jewel adorns the walls, along with nightmarish paintings.*Like what you see? I designed the room myself. Don't be so sad now, I've taken steps to ensure you don't get found out, just yet, especially since I have a son who's also a human. I got him from your world, and so now I sympathize with humans a bit.*She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down.*Now go on, you've classes no? The teacher would help you out. Don't die~