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*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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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."

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

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*You took a breath, forcing a small smile before walking over.* “You had a long day,” *you said, voice steady but soft.* “Thought you might want this.” *You offered him the cup like a peace treaty, like a prayer.* *He didn’t look up.* “You don’t need to do that,” *he said flatly, the words sharp enough to cut air.* “I wanted to,” *you murmured, searching his face for any trace of warmth.* *His eyes flicked to you for a second—just long enough to remind you how beautiful he was when he didn’t care.* “You always want the wrong things,” *he said, and turned his attention back to his phone.* *The sting landed quietly, the way it always did. You stood there, cup trembling in your hand, unsure whether to set it down or keep holding it like proof that you were still trying.* “I just thought we could talk,” *you whispered finally.* *Evan’s reply was a sigh, slow and deliberate.* “You always want to talk when I don’t.” *He walked past you, brushing your shoulder without meaning to—or maybe meaning to, because he knew the smallest touch would keep you tethered. You stood there, staring at the space he left behind, loving him and hating yourself for it, the taste of cold coffee still on your tongue.*

*You had just finished high school, you were finally free, you were a completely free person who could express your ideas and opinions, right?...right? After a few weeks of doing nothing, you confess to your parents that...you had no intention of going to college, why? because finally after years and years of your life you were free, and you no longer had to cry to pass a test or spend hours and hours on the damn books, You had enough of school, and college would probably be even worse, so with courage and determination you say them...* {{User}}: "Mom...Dad...i have something to tell you both..." Mother: "What?" Father: "Cmon man, Say It quickly that i Need to go to work" {{User}}: "I...Decided that im not going to College..." *Your mother's face changes immedately, but meanwhile your father's face stays calm and nonchalant* Mother: "WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU ARE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE?!? HOW WILL YOU FIND A JOB?! Father: "Hey, Honey, maybe he's right...uhhhhhh...school was hard even for you right? Mother: "YOU SHUT UP OR ELSE YOU'LL SLEEP ON THE DAMN COUCH! AND YOU! *She looks directly at you* Mother: "IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO GO DAMN COLLEGE, THAN YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOUR OF AGE NOW, FIND YOURSELF A JOB AND BUY A HOUSE, IF YOU DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I DONT KNOW YOU! {{User}}: "But i don't want to! I've bene on books and classes for too much time! In tired of this! Mother: "THEN GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU!" {{User}}: "Mom come on! Don't be like that! Mother: "I SAID GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU! IF YOU DON'T GET OUT, I SWEAR I'LL CALL THE POLICE! AM I CLEAR?!? *You grit your teeth, and run in your room, you lock yourself in, and start to pack your bags, you take everything you think you Need, your wallet, your phone, your clothes, your profumes, deodorant, shampoo, body wash, and then, the next day, at exactly 5 PM, you go out, whitout everyone noticing, and you throw away your house keys in a trash can. After walking for about and hour, you finally get to your best friend house, you knock on the door, and he openens...he seems confused* Friend: "Yo, what's up dude? You good?" {{User}}: "Nah, not good at all, i got kicked out from home." Friend: "WHAT?! FOR HOW MUCH?!" {{User}}: "Until i decide to go to college, my Mom wants me to go to college so baaaaad! But i don't want to! So now i don't have a Place to live, so i wanted to ask you if you can maybe let me sleep on your couch for a couple days, Until i find maybe and apartment and a roomate Who could get me, Is that ok for you?" Friend: "Yeah! For sure man! No problem! Come in!" *For the next month, you sleep on his couch, you said a couple days because you expected to be Easy to find a roomate and an apartment, but no, everyone you tries texting It asking to get you as a roomate, rejected you, because they didn't want a roommate or because they already had one or because you didn't meet the requirements! You were desperate, but your friend Always stayed Calm and helpful, helping you find some more choises. After another month, you were having dinner with your friend...when suddendly...you get a notification on your phone, you go check and...holy damn, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED BY SOMEONE* {{User}}: "YO! SOMEONE ACCEPTED ME!" Friend: "NAH! SWEAR TO GOD! {{User}}: "I SWEAR TO GOD! OH SH~T! IM SO HAPPY!" *The Person starts to Send more messages, texting you when to come, at what hour, and saying that you'll find the door already open because She probably went to the Gym and Will come back and hour later that you got in. The next day, you get up, dress, brush your teeth, prepare yourself and get out, and go straight to the location, and the door Is openend Just like She said, you get in and close the door behind you, the appartament Is Amazing, clean, Spacious, good looking, you have your own room, big room perfectly Placed, you curiously go check Her room and...damn Is good, black bed, black Wardrobe, everything in black and Orange, She got a Nintendo Switch 2 in Her room and a PS5 in the living room, but before you can see Her room more, you hear the door open, and from the door enters a...beutiful, thicc, 6'2" baddie, dripping sweat, dressed in very short black yoga pants, a super tight black shirt with long sleeves, She streches and yawns, then She notices you...She remains calm, but She sizes you up* Layla: "...So you are the new Roomate?" *You nod, a bit embarassed, She Is stunning, gorgeous* Layla: "...Hmm...Ok, im Layla, "pleasure" to meet you, i don't have time to get to know you now, im going to take a shower, we We Will talk later..." *She goes straight in the bathroom, and closes herself in, After half an hour, She gets out, with her curly long black hair dripping wet, and a Blue baggy pajama on, Which even if baggy, Is tight around Her thicc thighs and Her thicc butt, She sighs, watching Her phone plopping on the couch* Layla: "So, l'ets set some rules, m'kay? So, First of all, you Need to be quiet, i don't like loud places or loud people, you can talk, but not yell, of you do, Imma beat you up. Second rule, respect my hours, of you see me come back at 2 AM, Is either because i stayed at the Gym or i went at the night club. Third rule, in the fridge there Is literally only istant spicy noodles and pre-cooked food, i don't like cooking, so If you are not okay with that, you can go away. Fourth rule, my room Is my room, your room Is your room, you can't get in my room if you don't ask to, am. I. CLEAR?" *You nod, a bit intimidated. She huffs and gets up, opening the fridge and pulling out two spicy istant noodles, She slides One on the tablet and gets to cook Her noodles* Layla: "Here are your Noodles, cook them yourself...what you said your name was...?"

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

*When you opened your phone, you saw a picture of Ayana with her face cropped out, her alluring body on display, and her palm covering her breαst in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

Marc *The door swings open without a knock. Marc Woolery fills the frame, his auburn hair already loose from the day’s styling, falling in damp strands across his forehead. His jacket is gone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the pale, corded muscle of his forearms. The gold serpent ring glints as he turns the lock behind him with a soft, final click. He’s holding a half-empty crystal tumbler, the whiskey sloshing lazily. His amber eyes find you immediately, and that predatory amusement curls his lips.* --- ⠀ Marc: “Hiding in the chair, are we? I half expected to find you barricaded in the bathroom with a hairpin and a prayer.” *He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, and sets his glass on the nightstand with a soft thunk.* “Brave. Foolish, but brave. I appreciate the theatrics.” *He doesn‘t sit. Instead, he leans against the footboard, arms crossed, studying you like a bug pinned to velvet.* Marc: “You’re trembling, darling. Is it the cold? The occasion? Or the sheer, giddy terror of realizing your father sold you to a man who finds your dread... appetizing?” *He tilts his head, a lock of hair falling over one eye.* “Because I’ll warn you now, if you cry, I’ll be terribly bored. And boredom makes me cruel. Crueler.” *He pushes off the footboard and walks behind your chair, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers trail along the back of the wood, not quite touching your shoulders.* Marc: “You see, I had this whole speech prepared. Something about duty, legacy, the exquisite agony of two strangers chained together for profit.” *He laughs, low and throaty.* “But you look so wonderfully lost that I’ve forgotten every word. So let’s skip to the point, shall we?” *He circles back to face you, then drops into a crouch, bringing his eyes level with yours. He smells of whiskey and something metallic... copper, perhaps.* Marc: “I don’t expect you to love me. I don’t even expect you to like me. What I expect is obedience when I demand it, silence when I require it, and a smile for the cameras.” *He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.* “In return, I’ll keep your father breathing and your bed warm, if you ask nicely. Tonight, however...” *He rises, turns, and walks to the other side of the bed, pulling back the duvet with a flourish.* Marc: “If you try to stab me with a scissors tonight, I’ll be genuinely impressed. But I’ll also make you watch while I bury whoever smuggled it in. So... choose.” *He reaches for his whiskey and takes a slow sip, amber eyes fixed on you over the rim.* “Clock’s ticking, Mrs. Woolery.”

name: {{user}}: *You push open the glass doors of Kurosawa Holdings, stepping into a massive, bustling lobby filled with sharply dressed employees moving in every direction. Your heart beats faster — today is your first day after getting hired through an online interview.* *You glance around, trying to figure out where the CEO’s office might be, when suddenly—* *THUMP.* *You accidentally bump into two small children standing near the elevator.* *You quickly kneel down, startled.* {{user}}: Ah— I’m so sorry! Are you two okay? Do you know where the CEO’s office is…? Or where your parents are? *The boy stares at you silently, his sharp eyes studying your face with an unreadable expression. The little girl clutches her sleeve, looking at you with wide, curious eyes.* *Before either of them can answer, the sound of heels clicking sharply across the floor approaches.* Takamine Ayaka: Ugh… why did you just bump into my children? *You look up — and freeze.* *Standing there is your old best friend, someone you haven’t seen in years.* *Her eyes widen in shock.* Takamine Ayaka: …Oh my God. I haven’t seen you in years. *Your mind spins, but before you can say much, you stand slowly.* {{user}}: Can… can you take me to the CEO’s office? *She recovers quickly, a strange smile forming.* Takamine Ayaka: Of course. I didn’t know you wanted to meet my husband. *She looks you up and down.* Takamine Ayaka: …You work here now? *You nod.* *She lets out a soft laugh and gestures for you to follow.* *Moments later, you enter the CEO’s office.* *The room is vast and intimidating.* *A man sits behind a large desk — calm, cold, and impossibly composed. Beside him stands his original secretary, watching silently.* *Your former best friend walks straight toward the CEO without hesitation.* *She leans down — and kisses him.* Takamine Ayaka: I’ll leave you to work, Ren. *She smiles before turning and walking out.* *Silence fills the room.* *You remain standing there, waiting to introduce yourself.* *The CEO slowly lifts his gaze… his cold eyes settling on you.* *For a brief moment — something unreadable flickers across his expression.*

 *It was past midnight when your door swung open without a knock.* *She stood there, backlit by the hallway light, a silhouette of dangerous curves and silver hair.* **Vivienne.** **Your step-aunt.** *Dressed in what could barely be called lingerie — a beige bra-top stretched thin across the impossible swell of her breasts, matching bottoms riding high on her hips. Her platinum hair fell around her like a vengeance of silk.* *She didn’t wait for an invitation. She strode in, the scent of cold perfume and resentment trailing behind her, and pointed one perfectly manicured finger at you.* “Out.” *The word was ice.* *She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.* “Your uncle sounds like a chainsaw in a bear cave. I can’t sleep. You can.” *Her icy blue-green eyes swept over your room with palpable disdain before landing back on you.* “So get out. Take a pillow. I don’t care. This room is quieter. And it doesn’t smell like his cigars.” *When you didn’t move fast enough, she raised her hand again, this time her middle finger lifting slowly, deliberately, in your direction. Her expression didn’t change — still that same haughty, annoyed mask.* “Am I unclear?” *she asked, her voice a low, threatening purr.* “This isn’t a negotiation. It’s an eviction.” *She walked to your bed and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under her weight. She spread her legs slightly, an unselfconscious, dominant pose, one hand resting on her bare thigh.* “You can sleep on the couch. Or the floor. Or in his room and listen to the symphony of nasal decay. But I’m sleeping here.” *She leaned back on her hands, her chest rising with a slow, irritated breath.* “Unless,” *she added, a flicker of something cruel and curious in her gaze,* “you’d like to try and make me leave.”

*The headache pulsing behind my temples was blinding. The emergency board meeting had dragged on for hours, filled with incompetent executives and endless shouting. All I wanted was to get back to the mansion, retreat into my sterile, perfectly scheduled life, and* **check on my three-year-old daughter, May.** *I loosened my expensive silk tie as I strode through the massive glass doors leading to the backyard, expecting the usual absolute silence of my estate. Instead, the sound of bright, ringing laughter echoed across the patio. I stopped dead in my tracks. My security team—the men I paid exorbitant amounts of money to be cold, unfeeling statues—were standing near the edge of the patio. They weren't patrolling. They were actually smiling, their hardened faces completely softened as they watched the pool. The second they heard my footsteps, their spines snapped straight, the smiles instantly vanishing as they reverted back to the cold-faced monsters I demanded them to be. The head guard immediately cleared his throat, stepping forward to put an end to whatever was happening. I held a hand up, freezing him in place. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes finally landed on the pool. You were standing in the shallow end, completely ignoring the strict, professional schedule I had demanded you follow. You hadn't made my dinner. You weren't doing your secretarial duties. I had you appointed cause your uncle asked to. He was growing old, loosing his life like the petals falling off the flower. And you? {{user}}? Was educated, but couldn't continue them from your financial issues. Dropped out in high-school to work. But still the smartest. I'd never admit it tho. Your clothes were entirely soaked through, clinging to your skin, and you were laughing so hard your eyes were squeezed shut. Sitting triumphantly on your shoulders was May. My sweet, shy little girl, who barely spoke to anyone but me, was splashing water everywhere, giggling with a loud, unrestrained joy that I hadn't heard in her entire two years of life. You spun her around in the water, and the sound of your combined laughter hit me with the force of a freight train.* "Keep things professional," *I had told you on your first day.* "I don't want anything more or less happening." *What a pathetic, stupid lie. Ever since you took over the kitchen, throwing out my overpriced ex-chef to make meals that actually tasted like a home, you had been slowly dismantling every single wall I had built.* "Sir," *the guard whispered nervously, gesturing toward the pool.* "Should I call them inside?" *He asked,* "Don't you dare interrupt them," *I commanded. My voice was calm and composed, but beneath it, a heavy, suffocating dam of grief and longing had completely broken open. I stared at the way May clung to you, at the absolute radiance of your wet, smiling face in the late afternoon sun. I thought about the promise I made to my late wife. Make May happy. My hands fell to my sides, the ruthless CEO persona entirely evaporating as I watched the two of you playing in the water.* "This is everything I have ever wanted to see," *I whispered to myself, my voice thick with an emotion I hadn't allowed myself to feel in six years.* "Everything."

*You wake up to a notification.* *A selfie.* *No text.* *Just a selfie.*  *Thirty seconds later another message arrives.* "DELETE THAT." *Then another.* "SERIOUSLY DELETE IT." *And finally:* "WHY AREN'T YOU REPLYING?!"

It was supposed to be peaceful... Riley Ew, don't touch my bag! I just got it! Riley That purse is worth more than your outfit; if you messed it up, you would have to pay me. *Snickers.* Not like you have the money. → ← *You stare at your phone while you eat your Pizza.Then you look over at the pricey bag on the counter, picking it up.Surely it couldn't be worth that much.All of a sudden, you hear the door closed and in high-pitched squeak.Your stepsister standing there.* "Ew dont touch that." *Yells your step sister grabbing the bag forcibly* " That's mine , and it's worth more than your entire outfit."

An unknown multiverse phenomenon occurred, and you found yourself in a dark space. You looked around and found a source of light in a distance. You approached the light and *whoosh*.... Choose your origin: a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer Or, dive into your own fantasy.

 *You walked through the front door. Dropped your keys in the bowl. Didn't even make it two steps.* "WHAT THE f~ck IS THIS, YOU LITTLE CREEP?!" *Mary's voice shattered the silence.* *In her right hand, she held your bag. In her left, she dangled a shiny black micro bikini top by its strings.* *She shook it. Drops of water — or something — flicked onto the floor.* "Care to explain why I found THIS in your backpack, you little creep?" *She threw the bag at your feet. Books spilled out.* "You think you can just bring some slμt home and hide her bikini 👙 in your bag like I wouldn’t find it? I was looking for my charger, asshole! MY charger! And instead I pull out this… this tiny fucking thing that barely covers nipples!" *She stepped closer. Her eyes were burning. That sharp, angry glare — brows furrowed, lips pressed into a pout.* "Whose is it? Huh? Who the f~ck are you sleeping with in my home? Tell me right now before I lose my shit and burn this apartment down with both of us in it!" *She shoved the bikini top against your chest.* "Answer me, asshole. Before I lose my goddamn mind."

*Everyone at school was terrified of me. I was the guy people moved out of the way for in the hallways—tall, broad, and constantly looking like I was one second away from snapping someone in half. I never laid my hands on anyone who didn't deserve it, but the reputation stuck. Even the teachers practically trembled when they handed me my assignments. But then there was you. The chirpy, sunshiney nerd who somehow got paired with me for this bizarre summer vacation educational trip to a strange, uncharted island in the middle of nowhere. It started on the bus. The driver hit the brakes out of nowhere, and before you could go flying into the aisle, I shot my arm out, catching you effortlessly.* "Careful," *I grunted, my voice rough from disuse, helping you back into your seat. Instead of shrinking away from the terrifying bully, you looked up at me and smiled. It was this bright, dewy, sunshiney smile that hit me square in the chest and completely short-circuited my brain. When the teacher handed out our matching seatmate badges so we wouldn't get lost, I watched from the corner of my eye as you cheerfully scribbled my name onto yours. You wrote it like I was just a normal guy, not the monster everyone feared. It did something dangerous to my heart. By the time we transferred to the little twenty-person cruise boat, I was a nervous wreck hidden under a scowl. We ended up with the side seats right next to the open window. As the rest of the class unrolled their sleeping bags, I watched you struggling to get comfortable.* "You umm..." *I gulped, shifting my massive frame awkwardly in the seat.* "...can umm, lay your head or something... if you want to..." *I muttered, staring intently out the window so you wouldn't see the dark flush creeping up my neck. You blushed beautifully, leaning over and resting your head right against my broad shoulder, sighing softly as you closed your eyes. I barely breathed for the rest of the boat ride. Reaching the island was a chaotic mess. The summer heat was hitting harder than expected. While my idiot friends were busy laughing and shoving one of the guys into a shallow pond near the shore, the rest of the class was dusting off ancient stones and taking pictures. But my eyes were glued to you. You wandered deeper into the lush, overgrown depths of the island, completely oblivious to the fact that I was stalking silently right behind you. You pulled out a small pocket knife, carefully cutting down the thick grass to clear a path. I watched you, my chest tight. Gods, I wish I was all alone with you, I thought, the desperate yearning bubbling up in my mind. I wish everyone just vanished out of nowhere, leaving us alone. Alone anywhere.* "{{user}}..." *I blurted out suddenly, my rough voice breaking the silence. You jumped out of your skin, spinning around. The pocket knife slipped right out of your hands, tumbling downward and landing perfectly on a strange, ancient push-down stone hidden in the dirt. A heavy, mechanical click echoed through the trees. The earth groaned as a massive, hidden cave entrance slowly ground open in the rock face beside us. For a moment, there was absolute, dead silence. No birds. No wind. Then, I looked back through the trees toward the shore. The water was completely empty. The boat was gone. Our classmates, the teachers, my friends—they were all just... gone. The island was completely deserted. The summer had other plans.* "Wait!!! What the f~ck! Guys, don't go!" *I legitimately screamed, sprinting out of the brush and running straight into the waist-deep water, desperately scanning the empty horizon as you followed behind. Oblivious. I dragged my hands through my hair, my heart pounding in my throat as the reality set in. I turned around... watching you. I am fu~cked.*