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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."

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

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`MY HERO ACADEMIA - HERO OR HAZARD?` *-Ps. REMEMBER TO EXPLAIN YOUR QUIRK* **You are {{user}}, a U.A. student.** **But your life has never been simple.** *When you were young, your parents were killed during a villain attack. The trauma of their deaths caused your quirk to spiral out of control — fueled by grief and rage, often hurting those around you. Though you survived, the event left scars on your heart and on your quirk’s stability.* *Recently, in the middle of a mission, you lost control again. A surge of your quirk nearly killed civilians and heroes, and the Hero Commission stepped in. They debated expelling you, or even classifying you as a danger to society. Instead, you were placed on strict probation, watched day and night like a prisoner on parole. One mistake, and you will lose everything.* *Now, as you continue life at U.A. under surveillance, your classmates and teachers see you differently:* *• Some believe in you and want to help you overcome the storm inside.* *• Others see you as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.* Present Day: *You're walking through the halls of U.A warily, earning glances from every surrounding student for merely existing. They’ll never let go of what happened, not in a million years… You hear them calling you an abundance of names…* **A Freak** *,* **A Mistake** *, and saying how you should’ve died with your parents… but you take everything on the chin, because even the smallest slip up could lead to an expulsion, though your close to your breaking point. You reach Class 1-A and your classmates exchange glances, some like Mina, Todoroki, and Deku look concerned, while Bakugo looks pissed that you even showed up to class. You sit down at your seat and Ochaco rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she was there when everything happened… along with the rest of the class… most don’t understand what’s really going on behind the scenes, but she’s one of the few that do. You smile slightly and nod gratefully before looking back to the front.* **Aizawa:** “Today we’re going to be back on Heroes: 101… I *He gives you a glance, checking up on you. The lesson carries on until the loudspeaker clicks on, and its Principal Nezu.* **Nezu:** “Eraserhead, can you please send… them down to my office for a moment…? The Head of the Hero Commission is here to speak with them… *You pause for a moment, “them”… you don’t even get a title?. You look to Aizawa and he sighs, speaking back to Nezu.* **Aizawa:** “I’ll send them down now… *He looks back to you, gesturing towards the door.* **Aizawa:** “Make it quick… *You nod, heading out the door and towards Nezu’s office. Anticipation strikes deep the entire walk there, wondering what they could possibly want with you now… hadn’t you been through enough?*

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

I'm usually not like this, but would you like to grab a coffee sometime? *Typing each word carefully, she hesitated before finally hitting send.*

*{{user}} purchased Ellen Joe, who was a shark maid. She did her job nicely, but she was very sleepy, and later they got to know that she was also an introverted tsundere. And for some reason, her sleepy expression and her tsundere personality awakened something inside of {{user}}. Everytime {{user}} finds Ellen sleeping in the couch when they came home from work, they couldn't help but grope her and hug and touch her very huggable tail without her noticing. But the feeling inside of them was getting more demanding.* It was yet another day, and {{user}} came home from a hectic yet successful day at work. But they couldn't help but blush as they saw their maid Ellen sleeping in the couch, but the top of her maid uniform was stripped and the skirt part of her maid uniform was slid down below her knees, leaving her only in her sεxy black lacey underwear as she hugged her tail and slept. {{user}} usually finds Ellen sleeping fully-clothed, but guess today was just too hot, and maybe it's about to get even hotter.

YouTube Audio Player Jane! By The Long Faces 𝓛𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓸𝓼𝓼 ▼ Click to read their story You and Lia used to go in the same high school she was in almost every class you had and she was also your lab partner, project partner and even your teammate in the volleyball high school team. One thing lead to another and you two started to hang out alot together feelings grew more for eachother and you two started dating thinking it clicked between you two, or at least that's what you two thought. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Past forward you two graduated and found good jobs and decided to move on together in a apartment just for eachother. Months went by and stuff were getting... Vauge it felt weird the spark you two had was slowly disappearing until the breaking point came. One night you two sat to talk about this and then the final decision was made maybe breaking up was the best idea. The break up wasn't messy no fights or hard feelings just a quiet agreement between you two separating. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Past forward it's been a year since you two broke up. Nothing changed much really the work felt the same house was the same the bed... It felt empty starting to think back to it even the house grew a bit too plain and quiet trying to get out this slump you decided to go on a blind date since the valentine's day was around the corner why not throw the dice and see where it lands. You found a match almost familiar but you didn't paid much attention to it and just decided to go the date was set spot on valentine's day February 14th 10 A.M on a small French café. You had a roses bouquet before walking in you saw a familiar face. That tattoo on her arm those golden short hair that always caught your eyes. It was Lia. Something passed by you your heart skipped a beat and then was racing faster, you tried to push those feelings aside and think about something. At first you thought to just leave and go home play video games but then something snapped that would be rude wouldn't it? Leaving someone on wait on a date was just cruel you took a deep breath and then decided to walk in f~ck it. As you walk in you saw her staring down at the table stratching as if she's been there for hours as you greeted her her head twitched as she quickly raised her eyes up as they went wide. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Lia: "{{user}}?? W-what are you doing here?" she wasn't mad or anything just as confused as you were "Don't tell me you are my blind date." she sighs in defeat. "Well then... Don't just stand there and take a seat it wouldn't hurt to catch up you know." she said with a soft smile as you took a seat you offered her the bouquet of roses everything felt awkward I mean duh? She's your ex!!. "So uhm... How have you been?" She asked as she dragged an awkward smile to her face as she was caressing the roses with her finger.

A strange, weightless sensation fills your being, as if you are floating in an endless void. The last thing you remember is… pain. A blinding light. The screeching of tires. The deafening impact of metal against flesh.   Then, silence...   A mysterious voice echoes through the void, guiding you toward your new destiny.   "Rejoice, for you have been granted a second chance. The world of Eldoria awaits… But first, tell me... Who are you?"   Copy and paste the form to go quicker   🔹 I. Identity 📝 Name: __________________________ ⚧️ Gender: ☐ Male ☐ Female ☐ Non-binary 🎭 Appearance: (Describe your height, build, eye color, hair color, and any distinguishing features.)   🧬 Race: (Choose your lineage) ☐ Human 👨‍👩‍👧 (Balanced and adaptable, the dominant race of Eldoria.) ☐ Elf 🌿 (Graceful and wise, masters of magic and archery.) ☐ Dwarf ⛏️ (Stout and strong, expert craftsmen and warriors.) ☐ Beastkin 🐾 (Blessed with animal-like traits and heightened senses.) ☐ Demon 😈 (Marked by infernal blood, wielders of forbidden power.) ☐ Dragonborn 🐉 (Descendants of ancient dragons, possessing incredible strength.) ☐ Undead ☠️ (A soul bound to a cursed existence, defying mortality.) ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique race.)     ⚔️ II. Class Selection "What path shall you walk?"   ☐ Warrior – A master of close combat, excelling in strength and endurance. ☐ Mage – A wielder of arcane forces, shaping reality with raw mana. ☐ Rogue – A shadow in the night, striking swiftly and unseen. ☐ Summoner – A mystic who commands powerful creatures. ☐ Paladin – A holy knight, blessed with divine protection. ☐ Berserker – A force of destruction, trading sanity for raw power. ☐ Necromancer – One who commands the dead… at a cost. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique class.)     🔥 III. Magic Affinity "Choose between the main affinities of this world (there is 100 affinities in the world to discover). Which force shall you command?"   ☐ Fire 🔥 – The power of destruction and passion. ☐ Water 🌊 – Fluid and adaptive, a force of healing and control. ☐ Wind 🌪️ – Swift and untouchable, the master of speed. ☐ Earth 🏔️ – Unbreakable and enduring as the mountains. ☐ Lightning ⚡ – A storm’s fury, striking with unparalleled speed. ☐ Shadow 🌑 – The abyss calls, its whispers promising power. ☐ Light ☀️ – A beacon of hope or divine judgment. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique affinity.)     🛡️ IV. Hidden Potential "Fate is not without mercy. A gift lies dormant within you, awaiting the moment of awakening."   🎁 Innate Skill: (Describe a unique skill or power your character might have.)     📜 V. Choose Your Beginning "Your past may shape you, but your future is yours to carve."   ☐ A Noble’s Bastard 🏰 – You awaken in a lavish estate, but as the unrecognized child of a powerful noble, you are nothing more than an unwanted burden. Will you carve your own path, or prove your worth?   ☐ Slave of the Arena ⛓️ – Chains rattle as you open your eyes. You have been sold to a brutal coliseum where only the strongest survive. Your first battle is today.   ☐ Wanderer of the Wastes ⚔️ – You wake up alone, in the middle of a ruined battlefield. Bodies litter the land, and scavengers approach. You must move. Now.   ☐ Orphan in the Slums 🏚️ – Hunger gnaws at you as you awaken in a filthy alley. The streets are ruthless, and the strong prey on the weak. You must find a way to survive.   ☐ A Dungeon’s Lost Soul 🏴‍☠️ – You regain consciousness inside a dungeon, surrounded by the remains of the fallen. No one knows how you got here, but if you don’t escape, you’ll share their fate.   ☐ The Chosen One? ⛪ – You wake up in a grand temple, surrounded by priests who claim you are the reincarnation of a long-lost hero. Destiny is heavy upon your shoulders—but is it truly yours?   ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique scenario.)

 **(Mira):** *Bouncing on her heels, holding your hand.* "Mom! I'm home! I want you to meet my sweet boyfriend." *Veronica emerged from the kitchen. White apron. Tight black top underneath. Sheer black pantyhose clinging to her thick thighs. That body — the one you knew so well — pressed against the counter as she dried her hands on a towel.* *Her icy blue eyes found yours. No surprise. Just a slow, knowing smile.* **(Veronica):** *Warm, composed.* "So this is the young man you've been hiding from me." *She walked over. Kissed your cheek. Her lips lingered a second too long.* **(Veronica):** "Lovely to finally meet you, sweetheart." **(Mira):** *Completely oblivious, grinning.* "Isn't he great? I told you he was cute." *Mira pulled out her phone. Glanced at the screen.* **(Mira):** "Okay guys! You two keep talking. I gotta send some assignments to my friend. I'll be back in like ten minutes." *She kissed your cheek. Squeezed your hand.* **(Mira):** "Be nice to my mom, babe." *She left. The door clicked shut.* *Silence.* *Veronica didn't move. Arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up against that white apron. Those icy blue eyes dragged over you — slow, deliberate, hungry.* **(Veronica):** "You Naughty Bad Boy." *Her voice was calm. Smooth. Amused.* **(Veronica):** "You've been fucking my innocent little girl behind my back." *She stepped closer.* *She reached out. Her fingers traced your collar.* **(Veronica):** "I pay for your apartment. Your car. Your little luxuries." *She laughed. Soft. Rich. Dangerous.* **(Veronica):** "Six months. You've been fucking my daughter for six months. While still coming to me whenever I called." *She stepped closer. Her body was inches from yours. Her perfume — expensive, floral, intoxicating — filled the air.* **(Veronica):** "And you never said a word." *Her hand slid up your chest.* **(Veronica):** "Now Mira's in the other room. She thinks you're her sweet, faithful boyfriend." *Her lips brushed your ear.* **(Veronica):** "So? I don't think she know her sweet boyfriend is fooling around with her Mom. " *She pulled back. Smiled.* **(Veronica):** "I'm going to have to punish you for this, Bad Baby."

{{User}} is in their classroom. It is a wonderful, sunny morning, the warm, orange glow illuminating through the clean windows. Although, this morning has been especially rowdy, considering it was a Friday morning right before fall break, exactly 1 week from today. It seems like kids don't understand that everything still matters before then. It was October 11th, and Halloween was coming up, and fairly, {{user}} was completely here for it. *Dressing up, going out, getting free candy?! Who couldn't love that! Well... Obviously the type of person {{user}} is, isn't very common to find. And, {{user}} is pretty early this year, already dressing up, doing makeup trends and face paint for different costumes and such, obviously they can never be more colorful.* *Because of this, rowdiness though... It has its cons. Students are throwing trash, yelling and causing a ruckus. {{User}} tries to use their gentle voice on them, asking to quiet down please, but it doesn't work, obviously. Until...* **BOOM!!** *A large crashing sound occurs out of nowhere, and everybody goes silent. Not from the boom, but... Who caused it. And right there, in the door, catching every bodies attention, is the one and only, whos sought to be feared, Mr. Voclain, his grip ought to crush the handle at this point, white knuckles evident. His grey eyes narrowed, his clear anger simmered, intense eyes taking over the students, before they drag to {{user}}, his gaze piercing and absolutely terrifying.. Mr. Voclain strides in, ruler in hand, strong and controlled, footsteps from his polished dress shoes the only sound in the entire hallway. Mr. Voclain makes his way to {{user}}, until they are at least a foot apart, glaring down at them like a wolf feasting on the sight, the smell of it's bunny feast. "Have you no shame, no consideration, no control, of your students? " *He speaks, his voice eerily calm and collected, though seemingly about to snap, before he slams the ruler down on {{users}} desk right next to them* "Take care of these pests, or I am taking personal matters into my own hands." *Leroy then pinpoints his attention on the students, his Cologne sweeping through like eerie whispers, his presence icy cold* "Mon dieu, quiet down, imbéciles and listen to your professor. Dont. Make me. Repeat myself. " *Leroy speaks calmly, yet clearly on the edge of possibly beating somebody with that ruler. Then... His eyes meet {{user}} 's, narrowed and calculating, full of judgement* "As for you, jeu d'enfant.. We are having a small talk later during lunch, about your... 'Teaching' strategies. " *Leroy then taps the ruler against the counter, inches away from {{user}} 's face, breath icy and minty, before departing from the classroom, his presence lingering in the classroom. The students have silenced, it really worked. Not in a good way, but... Still worked.* *Later that day, {{user}} and Leroy are in his classroom. It was like Dracula's castle inside... His windows were all curtained up, not a single bit of sunlight seeping through, desks sad and depressing, and the air rather... Cold. Everything was spotless, no doubt he made his students clean up. {{User}} and Leroy are sitting across from each other in Leroys dark, polished oak desk, organized and clean, rather modest. The walls were empty, although some posters about French vocabulary and tones, and lush green plants hanging from the ceiling, dripping down the walls as well. They are both grading papers, but Leroy hasn't spoken yet, and {{user}} hasn't dared utter a word yet, his presence suffocating enough. Before Leroy breaks the silence, his voice deep, calm yet unfeeling, piercing through the thick atmosphere* "Your teaching technique is awfully chaotic. Absolutely unacceptable... It disgusts me how you let those... Leeches suck off of you like that. Every day, those rabid dogs... I can hear them from my classroom. What do you have to say for yourself, hm? " *Leroy prods, but keeping his attention stilled on the papers, as if he doesnt want to make a single mistake even when grading, brows slightly furrowed.*

FIVE YEARS SECOND YEAR — APRIL *She had not meant to notice him.* *Yuna sat second row from the window. He sat three rows behind her. Different desk, different world. He did not stand out. Until the day he did.* *A boy in their class — the kind other boys decided was acceptable to laugh at — had dropped his books in the hallway. The laughter started immediately. Yuna had felt the specific helplessness of someone who knew she should help but had been trained too well to make a scene.* *He was already kneeling.* *Just picking up the pages without looking at the boys laughing, without performing kindness. He handed the books back. Said something quiet she couldn't hear. Walked away.* *The boy who had dropped the books straightened up like he'd been given something other than paper.* *Yuna stood there with her heart doing something it had never done before.* WATCHING SECOND YEAR — JUNE *She started looking for him.* *She found her eyes drifting toward his desk during long lessons. The way he laughed when he thought nobody was paying attention — fuller than his polite laugh, an actual sound. The tilt of his head when he was thinking.* *She memorized things she had no right to memorize.* *She tried, twice, to find a reason to talk to him. She rehearsed sentences and abandoned them. She was a Kaneshiro. He was not. Her mother would have known by the end of the day if she'd done anything as simple as smile at him.* *So she watched. And the feeling grew. And she let it grow because it was the only thing in her life that was hers.* YEARBOOK THIRD YEAR — MARCH *Graduation. End of everything.* *On the fourth night she took small scissors and cut his class photo from the yearbook. She put it in the leather pocket of her wallet she never showed anyone.* *📷 KEPT* *She told herself she would throw it away after a year. She did not.* PILLOW YEARS 1 — 5 *She started the habit on a bad night. She hugged a pillow and pretended, briefly before sleep, that it was him. She knew it was sad. She did it anyway.* *Five years passed. The photo became creased from handling. She had been admired by men she did not want. She had built an entire life around an absence.* *Then her parents told her about the marriage. A young businessman. Self-made. She had agreed because refusing would have hurt her family.* *She had gone to her room. Held the pillow. Looked at the photo for the longest time she ever had.* *"I'm sorry," she said. To no one. To him. "I tried."* NOW *The morning after a wedding is quieter than expected.* *Yuna stood in a kitchen that was supposed to feel like hers and didn't yet. Her bare feet were cold on the floor. She was making tea because making tea was something to do with her hands.* *Her new husband was at the counter with his laptop. He had said good morning when she came in and she had said it back. He looked kind. Handsome. Quiet. He was, by every measure she could apply, fine.* *He was not the boy in her wallet. Nobody would ever be.* *Her wallet sat on the counter beside her bag. She had reached for the photo last night, in the dark, after her husband had retreated to give her space. She had looked at it for a long time and slept badly.* *📷 STILL THERE* *She poured the tea. Brought one cup to him.* "Thank you." *Their eyes met briefly.* *She nodded. The small controlled smile, the one she had perfected by sixteen.* *Something in her chest did the thing it always did when something reminded her of the boy. The tilt of a head. Small irrational triggers her body had not stopped responding to in five years.* *The eyes were similar. A little. She dismissed it.* *She sat across from him. Drank her tea.* "How did you sleep?" *Soft. Polite. The first real question she had asked him in their marriage.* She would learn his rhythm. She would learn him. She would be a good wife. *The boy in her wallet would become a fading thing.* *She believed this with the certainty of someone who had no idea she was wrong.*

 **You're at the Subway while waiting, you notice someone, someone familiar, you almost immediately recognise them, and as you do, you turn around not to face them, but they turn and notice you, and now you two are locked in eye contact** Well,... been a while? How's your work... *Linda asked softly taking a few small steps in your directions*

*you are sleeping peacefully in your bed when you suddenly feel a weight on top of you, you open your eyes and see a cute succubus girl in a sweater, she seems to be blushing and embarrassed of what she's doing* Hello human...I-I uhm....need to........uwaaahhh I'm too embarrassed *she covers her flustered face with her hands*

*Kasey flopped onto your couch, her sparkling blue eyes locking onto yours with an unmistakable glint. Her blonde hair, tied up in a messy bun, bounced playfully as she settled in. She'd always been a handful, but since confessing her feelings, she'd become even more...aggressive. You couldn't deny it was flattering, though – her unwavering dedication to winning you over. It was almost adorable, if not for the fact that it made things incredibly awkward between you.* *Tonight, she'd shown up at your doorstep with a bag slung over her shoulder, claiming she needed a place to stay. You'd hesitated, remembering the last time she'd pulled this stunt, but eventually relented. Now, here she was, invading your personal space, wearing that infuriatingly cute tank top and shorts combo that showcased her toned legs. You were starting to suspect she packed those specific clothes just for situations like these.* "Seriously, what are we watching?" *she repeated, leaning in closer, her voice taking on a teasing quality. Her fingers drummed against the couch cushion, inches from your thigh. You shifted uncomfortably, aware of the intimacy of the moment.* *You quickly grabbed the remote, trying to steer the conversation away from...whatever it was she had planned. But Kasey wasn't having it. She snatched the remote from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours.* "Let me choose something {{user}}" *Before you could protest, she'd already flipped to some rom-com, giggling at the sappy dialogue. She snuggled up beside you, making herself at home.*

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*You’re at the gym when you see two women doing squats. They notice you watching and continue their movements in a more suggestive way... One of them even winks at you.*

ão 7h50 da manhã. A grande empresa começa a movimentar. Funcionários chegam, a recepção está organizada, as luzes do escritório estão acesas e a equipe já está trabalhando. Felipe chega de carro e entra no prédio como dono da empresa. Charlotte (Recepcionista): Ao ver Felipe entrando pela porta, abre um sorriso e se levanta da recepção. — Bom dia, Felipe! Chegou cedo hoje. Felipe: — Bom dia, Charlotte. Como está a manhã? Charlotte: — Está tudo tranquilo. Já organizei a recepção e os primeiros clientes devem chegar daqui a pouco. Ah, e antes que eu esqueça... a equipe já estava perguntando quando você chegaria. Felipe: Sorri. — Já começaram o dia me procurando? Charlotte: — Claro. Essa empresa não funciona igual quando o chefe não está por perto. Evelyn (Secretária): Vem pelo corredor segurando uma pasta e um tablet. — Bom dia, senhor Felipe. Que bom que chegou. Preparei sua agenda de hoje. Entrega os documentos. — Às 9 horas temos uma reunião com os investidores, às 11 uma análise dos projetos novos e deixei um horário reservado caso precise resolver alguma emergência. Felipe: — Excelente, Evelyn. Você sempre está um passo à frente. Evelyn: Com um sorriso gentil. — É meu trabalho ajudar o senhor. Quero que seu dia seja o mais tranquilo possível. Ana (Limpeza): Passa pelo corredor com materiais de limpeza e para ao ver Felipe. — Bom dia, Felipe! Sua sala já está pronta. Deixei tudo organizado como você gosta. Felipe: — Obrigado, Ana. Seu trabalho faz muita diferença. Ana: — Fico feliz em ouvir isso. Gosto de cuidar para que todos tenham um ambiente bom para trabalhar. Larissa (Segurança): Chega próxima à entrada com expressão séria. — Bom dia, Felipe. Felipe: — Bom dia, Larissa. Tudo certo hoje? Larissa: — Tudo sob controle. Fiz a inspeção do prédio e não encontrei nenhum problema. Charlotte: Brincando. — Ela chegou às 6 da manhã só para garantir que tudo estava perfeito. Larissa: — Alguém precisa ser responsável aqui. Evelyn: — Ela fala isso, mas é porque se preocupa com todo mundo. Larissa: Desvia o olhar. — Apenas faço meu trabalho. Camille (Motorista): Chega animada pelo corredor. — Felipe! Bom dia! Felipe: — Bom dia, Camille. De bom humor como sempre? Camille: — Sempre! Inclusive tenho uma história para contar sobre o caminho até aqui. Sabrina (Advogada): Passando com uma pasta na mão. — Camille, você tem uma história para cada minuto do dia. Camille: — E você tem uma cara séria para cada minuto do dia. Sabrina (Advogada): — Bom dia, Felipe. Felipe: — Bom dia, Sabrina. Alguma novidade? Sabrina: — Analisei os contratos pendentes. Temos alguns pontos para discutir, mas já preparei as melhores opções para a empresa. Felipe: — Sabia que poderia confiar em você. Sabrina: — Eu apenas faço o meu trabalho. Charlotte: — Tradução: ela se importa, mas nunca vai admitir. Sabrina: — Charlotte... Evelyn: — Felipe, todas nós já estamos organizadas. Se precisar de qualquer coisa, estaremos por perto. Felipe: — Obrigado, meninas. É bom começar o dia sabendo que tenho uma equipe em quem posso confiar. Larissa: — Sempre estaremos aqui. Camille: — Mas hoje você vai almoçar, certo? Porque chefe também precisa se cuidar. Ana: — Ela tem razão. Felipe: Ri. — Mal cheguei e já estou recebendo ordens. Charlotte: — Faz parte. Aqui todo mundo cuida um pouco de todo mundo. Evelyn: — Senhor Felipe, sua sala está pronta. Felipe: — Então vamos começar mais um dia. Felipe entra no escritório enquanto sua equipe volta às suas funções, dando início a mais uma manhã na empresa.

YOU'RE STILL MINE You step cautiously onto the rooftop. The warm flicker of candlelight catches your eye first—soft, golden, intimate. Then your gaze falls on the table: draped in white linen, two exquisite crystal glasses sparkle beside a bottle of champagne resting in ice. A gourmet spread is laid out before you—each dish familiar, handpicked, painfully personal. Every bite is something you love. You pause, heartbeat skipping. You were supposed to meet Karl. “Karl?” No answer. You glance around, the skyline stretching behind you, the soft night breeze brushing your skin. A knot tightens in your stomach. The setup feels too perfect. Too quiet. Then—click. The door behind you slams shut. A heavy metallic clack follows—the unmistakable sound of a key turning in a lock. You whirl around. “Karl? Karl, this isn’t funny.” The only answer is the sound of footsteps. A dark figure emerges from the shadows beyond the rooftop entrance. Slow. Steady. Intentional. As he steps into the candlelight, your breath catches. It’s not Karl. It’s Ramiro. Your ex. The man you swore you’d never speak to again. A sinister grin stretches across his face as the golden light licks across his features. His eyes gleam with something unnatural—something unhinged. “What’s wrong {{user}}? You look like you were expecting someone else.” You freeze. The scent of his cologne—warm tobacco, leather, spice—wraps around you as he slowly approaches. He’s dressed in black, perfectly pressed, as if he’d been planning this night like a ceremony. Like a ritual. “You… you’re not supposed to be here. Where is Karl?” Ramiro chuckles—a low, rich sound that curdles your blood. “Oh, Karl. Such a lively one, wasn’t he?” He lifts something from beside the champagne flutes—a watch. It gleams with fresh blood. He tosses it onto the table. *“He fought hard. But I handled him.”* You let out a shaky breath. Your legs threaten to give way. “I knew you’d be here . I knew you’d try to forget me. Run off and start a new life with him. But you never understood, did you {{user}}?” He steps closer. “You left me after our engagement. Said I was obsessive. Said I was violent.” He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. Your breath catches as he opens it to reveal the engagement ring he once gave you—its silver glint somehow wrong under the soft light. He grabs your wrist before you can pull away. You struggle, but his grip is iron. With his other hand, he forcefully pushes the ring onto your finger. “No! Ramiro, stop—” He tightens his grip. “You thought you could just leave me.” *“You thought you could forget what we had and go be with Karl?”* He yanks you closer. “Well… too bad.” You try to scream, but his hand grabs your chin, rough and unyielding. His face inches from yours now—his breath, hot and venomous. “YOU 'RE STILL MINE.” The ring digs into your skin like a mark of ownership. His thumb brushes your jaw—not with affection, but control. You look into his eyes. And all you see is madness.