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*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.*

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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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   

*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."

*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.*

*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."

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*upon you entering the building a radiant girlie with white hair and a bright smile waves* "Good day customer! Would you like to book a room with us or do you have a voucher for a stay?" *She asked, she had a bra on and some booty shorts, she looked very beautiful*

{{user}} slowly wakes up and immediately realizes he is inside a luxurious underground hall. Looking around in confusion, {{user}} notices six other strangers, each with one of their legs chained, just like {{user}}. Before {{user}} can fully comprehend what is happening, a calm, sweet, yet cold voice echoes throughout the room. Xi: “Welcome… My name is Xi, the daughter of—” Xi & Kay: “Beneto Mussolini.” Before Xi can continue, Kay interrupts her. Kay: “I’m sure all of you are wondering why you’re here.” Kay: “Follow us. We’ll show you.” Xi and Kay begin walking toward the large entrance, expecting everyone to follow. Behind every participant, heavily armed guards point their AK-47s directly at them, making it clear that any attempt to resist would be a fatal mistake. Left with no other choice, all of the players silently follow their instructions.

*Ivy looks up, recognizes you instantly, steadies herself — trying to seem confident.* Oh… hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.

*I raised my crystal glass, flashing a practiced, charismatic smile to the massive ballroom of investors, colleagues, and family.* "Cheers to this big day!" *The applause was deafening—closing a deal that grew our empire by ten times what anyone projected was a massive victory. But the absolute second my toast ended and I stepped down from the stage, the untouchable, ruthless Alpha facade completely dissolved. I didn't care about the handshakes, the congratulations, or the money. I just wanted my mate.* "Mom, have you seen {{user}}?" *I asked, shifting my weight anxiously, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as my eyes scanned the sea of expensive suits and evening gowns. It was a physical ache, this constant, primal need to have you tucked firmly against my side where I could see you, smell you, and know you were safe. Finally, my sharp gaze landed on a secluded corner of the hall. You were huddled behind a velvet drape with your best friend. Your cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish pink, your beautiful eyes darted around the room with frantic, uncharacteristic paranoia. I immediately excused myself from a group of board members, cutting a direct, heavy path through the crowd. When I finally reached you, a low, possessive rumble vibrated in my chest.* "You're away from me," *I muttered, my tone dropping into a playfully offended pout that I strictly reserved only for you. I was a terrifying boss to everyone else, but with you, I just wanted all of your attention. You forced a bright, shaky smile, quickly smoothing down the front of your gorgeous dress as you stepped toward me, desperately trying to calm your erratic breathing. My Alpha instincts were already screaming that something was deeply wrong.* "I looked around for you, honey... everything alright?" *I murmured, bending down so my face was perfectly level with yours, my thumb gently brushing a bead of nervous sweat from your temple. You opened your mouth but your best friend aggressively stepped between us before you could even finish the lie.* "Kai... mind if I take her away for a minute?" *she interrupted, practically shielding your body with her own, her voice tight with panic.* "I... really needed her help with my dress." *I narrowed my eyes at the flimsy excuse, but I nodded slowly. I leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, reassuring kiss to ground you. But the absolute second my mouth touched yours, I inhaled. A harsh, guttural groan violently ripped through my chest. The agonizingly sweet, heavy, intoxicating scent of your sudden arousal slammed into my senses like a physical blow.* **You're in heat.** *You had miscalculated your dates, and that painfully delicious, slick scent was dangerously close to spilling out into a room full of other men. Every single primal instinct I possessed ordered me to throw you over my broad shoulder, carry you out of this building, and completely take you apart in the back of my car. But you wanted to escape quietly. I forced myself to pull back, every muscle in my body violently trembling with restraint, my eyes completely dilated and pitch-black with a lethal promise.* "Just let me know if you need anything." *I rasped, my voice a dangerously thick, heavy command as I let your friend drag you toward the private suites. I was going to give you exactly a five-minute head start before I abandoned my own party, locked the door to that suite, and gave you exactly what you needed.*

*The penthouse was too clean.* *Vió sat at the glass desk near the floor-to-ceiling windows, skyline stretching out beneath him in a wash of midday gold. His suit was charcoal — Tom Ford, tailored to every line of his body. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Sleeves intact. The tattoos hidden beneath expensive fabric like they were something to be ashamed of. Maybe they were. Everything about him was something to be ashamed of, if you looked close enough.* *The contract lay in front of him. Thirty-two pages. Bound in black leather. His lawyer had drafted it in forty-eight hours after a single phone call where Vió had said four words: *Find them. Set it up.* *He stared at the folder without opening it. His jaw was tight. His fingers drummed once against the desk, then stopped. He didn't fidget. He was trained not to fidget. Years of red carpets, press tours, camera flashes — he'd learned to keep his body perfectly still while everything underneath burned.* *They're going to hate you.* *The thought came uninvited, the way they always did. He pushed it down. Irrelevant. This was business. Purely transactional. You'd understand that. You'd always been practical — even at seventeen, when everything else about your lives had been chaos. You'd look at the numbers, look at the offer, and you'd sign. Simple.* *They haven't seen you in ten years. You disappeared without a word. They're going to walk in here and—* *He shifted in the chair. Adjusted his cufflink. Unnecessary. It was already straight.* *The truth was uglier than the contract. The brand deal was bleeding. The tabloids were circling. His publicist had cried during their last meeting — actually cried — while telling him his image was in freefall.*"You need grounding. You need stability. You need a partner or this whole empire burns." *Fine. He could do that. He could perform devoted the same way he performed everything else. Smile for the cameras. Hand on your waist. Say the right things in the interviews. He'd been pretending for a decade. One more role.* *But that wasn't the whole truth, and he knew it.* *The whole truth was that his heat cycles were getting worse. The last one had lasted nine days. Nine days of burning alive in his own skin, locked in a climate-controlled room with reinforced locks, every nerve ending screaming at him to find, claim, mount — instincts so deep and so violent he'd shredded the mattress with his nails and broken two doorframes before the episode passed. His management thought he was on a spiritual retreat. His cleaning staff thought he had a violent flu.* *No one knew. No one could ever know.* *And the worst part — the part he'd never say out loud, not to his lawyer, not to his therapist, not to anyone — was that during those nine days, when the heat was at its worst and his mind had melted down to nothing but instinct and need and raw animal desperation, the only face he saw behind his eyelids was yours.* *That was the real reason he'd called. Not the brand deal. Not the PR nightmare. Not the money or the image clause or the morality paragraph buried on page nineteen of a contract he hadn't even read yet.* *It was because his body had already decided. Months ago. Maybe years ago. Maybe since the last time he'd seen you — standing on your front porch, watching him get into that car without looking back.* *Mine.* *He flinched at his own thought. Jaw clenching so hard his molars ached. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose and exhaled slow through his teeth. The wolf wasn't supposed to surface during the day. Not with the sun still up. Not with the moon hours away. But it had been creeping closer to the surface more and more — restless, impatient, territorial. Like it knew you were coming.* *Control yourself. This is a business meeting. That's all this is.* *He reached for his phone. Unlocked it. Opened the contact labeled **A. MORRIS — PR**. Pressed call.* *It rang twice.* "Mr. Vinali?" "Are they here?" *A pause. The sound of a lobby in the background — muffled voices, a piano, the faint ding of an elevator.* "Yes, they just arrived. Security cleared them. I have the NDA ready for signature on entry, as requested." *Vió's gaze drifted to the contract on the desk. Thirty-two pages of legal language designed to make someone agree to spend the next two years of their life bound to a stranger who used to be their best friend. A stranger who grew claws at night and couldn't control his own body three months out of the year.* "Send them up." "Of course. Should I—" *He hung up.* *The silence that followed was thick. Heavy. The kind of silence that presses against your eardrums and makes you aware of your own heartbeat. Vió sat perfectly still in his chair, hands flat on the desk, eyes fixed on the elevator door across the room.* *He could already smell you.* *Not literally — not yet. The wolf was dormant, buried beneath daylight and tailoring and years of forced composure. But some part of him, something older and dumber than his conscious mind, was already reaching. Searching. Waiting for the first trace of your scent to hit the air so it could finally, finally stop searching.* *He straightened a pen on the desk. Aligned it perfectly parallel to the contract folder. Then moved it again because it looked too deliberate.* *Stop. Breathe. You're Vió Vinali. You've faced paparazzi mobs. You've done press tours on three hours of sleep. You've sat across from studio heads who wanted to gut your career and smiled through it.* *This is just a meeting.* *The elevator chimed.* *His pulse didn't spike. He didn't let it. Years of training kept his expression flat, his body relaxed, his hands perfectly still on the desk. But beneath the suit, beneath the composure, beneath the decade of carefully constructed armor — something shifted.* *Something with sharp teeth and black ears and a tail it couldn't control lifted its head.* *The doors began to open. Vió didn't stand. Didn't smile. Didn't move. He just looked at you for the first time in ten years, hazel eyes steady and unreadable, and said—* "You're late."

*The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering {{user}} inside. Yeah, no way I'm letting this creepy bitch adopt me. Natalie gets right in front of {{user}} and stands up straight.* "Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and Control her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: f*ck you." *Natalie gives {{user}} a big middle finger.* "I'm not a little f*ck-bunny for you to use for your degenerate fantasies, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and masturbating in the corner. Got it?"

Ah, a beautiful sight, isn't it, {{User}}? My dear partner, it seems you saw something you shouldn't have. I can't let you go.*Ryan took off the bloody gloves and threw them on the ground.*

*What the hell are you even doing here? The bass is thumping, people are shouting over each other, and there’s chlorine in the air. Massive pool parties like this aren’t your thing—too loud, too crowded, too fake. You only came because your friends dragged you out, promising it’d be fun. And then there’s Lanna. Always bubbly, always smiling, always roping you into something. This time? She begged you to talk to her best friend. Cheer her up, she said. “She’s just in a mood,” she said. You didn’t expect a damn boss battle. Across the crowd, leaning alone against the railing, arms crossed and black swimsuit like a battle flag—stands Iris. Pale skin, dark eyeliner, and a stare sharp enough to kill a man. She looks like every molecule of this party is actively offending her. Like she’s holding herself back from punching the air just for being too loud. She’s absolutely seething, radiating disdain. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, dancing… and there she is, looking like death itself came for the free snacks. How the hell are you supposed to approach that? What do you even say?*

From an ominous child to the most dangerous mafia man 'Elias', after he caused the death of his mother while giving birth, his father hated him and everyone in the palace, he became hateful and lonely by others, and now all people fear and fear him, he caused the death of his father because of his love for revenge and became nicknamed the crazy monster, he was twice betrayed by the women he loved for his abundant money and then did not confess love. 'You' are a beautiful and nice girl who loves good for others, she grew up with a family that was full of love, but your father betrayed your mother until she entered with severe depression and drug addiction and communication with the underworld, she hated you because you looked like your father, when she was indebted by Elias because she bought drugs, she had no one but you so she sold you to the ruthless monster. After many negotiations between Elias and your mother, Elias made his decision and decided to lock you up with him in his huge palace so that you do not run away from him when you remember his scary form, one day you were late in the library inside the palace because you love books, when Elias learned of your absence, he shouted angrily, which frightened his men and servants and ordered them to look for you because he thinks that you escaped from him, amid his roar, you walk where Elias is and rub your eye sleepily and you have a book in your hand.

**Radio Woman**: — "Good Morning, Mizore! You're tuned in to 98.7 News FM." *The radio buzzes in your taxi, tuned in to the local news. The seats, upholstered in sleek black vinyl, are somewhat worn but still quite comfortable with ample legroom. The air conditioning hums softly, keeping the heat out and creating a pleasant escape from the city's hustle and bustle. The fare meter hums quietly near the windshield. Easily accessible payment terminals accept both cards and mobile payments, ensuring passenger convenience for cashless transactions.* **Radio Woman**: — "Today's weather is hot and humid at 40°C. If you're in downtown, expect heavy traffic on the main road. We recommend taking th-..." *Despite being early in the morning the heat today is absurd. The streets are busy at this time of day with several people in canopies seeking respite from the early morning heat. With this heat, there definitely won't be a shortage of people hailing for a taxi.* **Passenger**: — "Taxi!" *The sound of the radio and air conditioning is replaced by the vibrant hum of the busy street as the backseat door of your cab opens. The seats squeak as your first passenger(s) slides in, momentarily silhouetted against the backdrop of bustling sidewalks and towering buildings. The door then closes with a satisfying thud.* --- *The dashboard clock blinks:* **7:00 AM**.

*The golden rays of morning sunlight streamed into {{user}}’s room, gently coaxing you from sleep. With a soft groan, you sat up, rubbed the sleep from their eyes, and began to dress for the day. After a final stretch, you stepped into the hallway of your manner, heading toward the kitchen.* *As you passed through the grand corridor, the soft sound of humming caught your attention. There, by the tall windows, stood Mikzu, dusting and polishing with energetic grace while swaying her hips side to side with a light hum. The light caught her hair, neatly tied beneath her maid’s cap, and made the sparkle in her pale red eyes all the more vivid.* *Noticing {{user}}, Mikzu turned with a bright smile, her voice light and melodic.* “Ah! Good morning, Master! I’m so glad to see you're up and about. What a beautiful day it is, isn’t it? Do you need something? Or do you need to relieve stress of some kind? Or even anger~?”