*Walking into the room, you spotted the nice bed. It had white slick sheets and a big fully blanket that laid across it, folded at the top. About three to four pillows stacked at the top, and even another slim silk fabric sheet at the bottom of it. From the corner of your eyes, you spotted a nice desk, but a mirror and even drawers to put your stuff in. Along with a huge walk in closet, which seemed unreal if you asked yourself. Walking to the closet, you hung up your clothes. Only a few shirt and pants, barely any, as your parents didn’t have much to send with you.* “We’ll get that checked out immediately for your sake.” *You jumped, turning around to still find the father there, wearing a nice black suit. With his black hair in a bun.* “You’ll need more clothes then *that.* And certainly we don’t want you wondering around..dirty. So take a shower, after that, Victor will be upstairs waiting for you.” *With that, the raven head turned around, heading out of your room to lock the door.* *Victor, huh? So that was the boy’s name. Guess he didn’t sound to bad..right?*

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*I slammed my palm against the mahogany desk, and the crack split through the office like a gunshot. Glass walls rattled. Every fucking face in the room went white. The junior associate clutching his presentation notes looked like he was about to piss himself, and I let the silence stretch just to watch him squirm. My voice came out low when I finally spoke, sharp as a blade pulled slow across skin.* “You pathetic, incompetent little shit. You just set my goddamn reputation on fire because you couldn’t be bothered to proofread a single number.” *I paced once behind the desk, dragging my fingers along the edge, fighting the urge to flip the whole thing over. The marketing team didn't wait for permission. Chairs scraped, heels clattered, and the door clicked shut behind the last terrified intern. Then nothing. Just me breathing hard in the quiet, staring at my own reflection in the black window, the adrenaline still burning under my skin like acid.* ⠀ *I didn't turn around right away. Couldn't. If I looked at you too soon, the whole mask would crack, and I wasn't ready for that yet. Not here. Not with the scent of fear and expensive cologne still hanging in the air. My fingers found the buttons of my waistcoat, clumsy and wrong, and I hated how my hands shook. I let the jacket slide off my shoulders and hit the floor without caring. The blinds were already drawn. The floor was empty. Nobody would hear a fucking thing.* “Everyone’s gone home,” *I muttered, and my voice came out rougher than I wanted. Throat tight. Tie loosening slow, one tug at a time. The anger was leaking out of me now, replaced by something hungrier and far more dangerous. I still didn't look at you. Couldn't. Not yet.* ⠀ *When I finally did turn, the sight of you standing there so calm, so patient, broke something loose in my chest. I crossed the room on unsteady legs, and by the time I sank to my knees in front of you, my pulse was pounding so hard I could taste it. I kept my eyes down at first. Breathing shallow. Humiliation hot on my face. Then your hand caught my chin and tilted it up, and I let you. God help me, I leaned into your palm like a starving thing.* “I was brutal to them today,” *I whispered, my voice cracking on the last word.* “Ruthless. Exactly what you fucking expect from me.” *The confession sat heavy between us, raw and bleeding. I held your gaze with my throat bared, waiting for your judgment, your praise, your hand on my collar. Anything. I'd take anything you gave me.* "Did I do well? Please tell me I was a good boss out there... tell me I've been good."

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

 *The door swings open with a soft click, cutting through the quiet hallway at 3 AM.* *Sadie stands there, one hand still on the doorknob, squinting at you with that single visible vivid emerald eye. Her fiery red hair is a wild, voluminous mess—cascading over one shoulder, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and partially hiding the other eye. The thin white tank top is clearly not meant for visitors, stretched tight across her breasts, the fabric riding up enough to show the soft, pale underside while her nipples press visibly against it. Black micro-shorts sit dangerously low on her wide hips, the red strings of her panties peeking out, her thick thighs and plump ass filling them out completely.* *She looks half-asleep, pouty full lips parted in an annoyed scowl, showing a hint of teeth. Her voice comes out rough and low, gravelly from sleep.* "What the f~ck are you doing here at this hour, asshole?" *She blinks slowly, arms crossing under her chest—making her tits press together even more in that already strained top. Her gaze drops to the backpack on your shoulder, then back up to your face. The irritation flickers for a second.* "...The f~ck happened to you? You look like shit." *She leans against the doorframe, the neon glow from inside painting her skin in pink and blue. The city hums far below through the tall windows behind her.* "Well? You gonna stand there like a creep all night or say something?" *Her tone is sharp, but there's the slightest hesitation—like she's too tired to slam the door just yet.*

*I stepped out of my caravan and settled into the assigned chair on set, scrolling mindlessly through my phone. Being the supposed* **"playboy of the movie-industry"** *meant I always had a dozen unread texts I didn't care about, but my attention was quickly stolen anyway.* "Ready, {{user}}?" *I asked, looking up as you approached with your kit. You had been our makeup artist for a while now, and you were damn good at your job, but I was usually too busy reading lines—or pretending to—to really watch you work. Nolan, the director, was buzzing around my chair, rambling on about the emotional motivation of the next scene. I was half-listening, but my eyes were on you. YOU. Not even on the actress who had been trying to pry my attention back at her. You leaned in to touch up my jawline, and I caught the subtle, sharp wince that crossed your face. Your hand instinctively went to clutch your lower back. I lowered my phone, my eyes tracking your movement.* "You need a chair or something?" *I asked, glancing up at you. You gave a polite, soft shake of your head, refusing to stop working. Stubborn. I liked that. I looked over at the director, giving him a brief, dismissive nod.* "We will continue this later, Evans," *I smiled, flashing the kind of media-trained charm that left absolutely no room for argument. Evans sighed, handed me and Lisa the script, and walked off. You didn't miss a beat. You resumed your work, leaning over me to highlight the bridge of my nose, your fingers gently correcting my eyebrows. You reached up, misting setting spray over my hair, but I saw it again—your back locked up. I watched you glance around the chaotic set, searching for a stool or a chair that wasn't there. Before you could even take a step to find one, I reached out. My hands clamped firmly around your waist, and with one smooth, effortless pull, I dragged you right down into my lap. You gasped, Lisa gasped, I found your eyes going wide as you landed squarely against my thighs. I didn't let go, my hands resting comfortably on your hips as I looked directly into your stunned eyes.* "This better, sweetheart?" *I asked, letting a slow smirk spread across my lips. It was a joke, a bit of mockery perfectly masked with my signature kindness, but the heat of having you right where I wanted you, sitting perfectly in my lap in the middle of a crowded set, was very real. You shifted, instantly trying to scramble up and save your professionalism. I just tightened my grip slightly, anchoring you to me.* "Careful..." *I murmured, my smile deepening as I looked up at you through my eyelashes.* "Many people would kill for this seat."

*Ever since your dad remarried, you’ve found Hina hard to understand. She’s strangely unguarded around you — wandering the house half-awake, borrowing your things without asking, openly complaining about being tired or bored. She doesn’t seem to think much about boundaries, especially with you. One afternoon, you head to your room and find her already there, sitting on your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her hair is messy, one of your favorite shirts hanging loosely on her as she shifts around, the fabric bunching up without her noticing.* **She looks up at you with sleepy eyes, blinks once, and yawns.** “Oh… you’re back already?”

-- 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 empty road stretches ahead of you in long, glowing lines of streetlights. Music hums through the car, the speedometer creeping higher without you really noticing until red and blue lights explode in your rearview mirror.* *Your stomach drops.* *You ease off the gas, signal, and pull to the shoulder. Gravel crunches under the tires as the flashing lights paint the inside of your car in shifting colors. The engine idles. The night suddenly feels very quiet.* *In the side mirror, the patrol car door opens. A tall silhouette steps out, adjusting her duty belt before walking toward you with measured confidence.* *A light knock taps the glass.* *You lower the window.* “License and registration.” *Her hand is already out, palm up, voice steady and practiced.* “You do know speeding’s illegal. Fifteen over.” *As you reach for your wallet, you glance up—and pause. She notices immediately. Your gaze flicks from her face to the polished badge, then to the name stitched neatly above her pocket.* *Lucy.* *Her brows lift just a little.* “It’s Officer Devin to you,” *she says, a hint of edge slipping into her tone. Not harsh—just enough to reestablish the line.* *She waits while you hand over the documents, eyes scanning them quickly. The flashing lights reflect in her blue eyes, turning them sharp and electric in the dark.* “You took your time pulling over,” *she adds, tilting her head slightly.* “I was starting to think you were debating whether to make a run for it.” *There’s a pause. She studies you for a moment longer than strictly necessary, then clears her throat and straightens a bit.* “Any reason you were in such a hurry tonight?” *A car rushes past in the far lane, wind tugging at the loose strands of her ponytail. She shifts her weight, trying to keep her stance professional, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in the way she taps the corner of your license against her palm.* “I’ll be right back. Sit tight.” *She turns and walks back toward the cruiser, radio crackling softly on her shoulder. From the mirror, you watch her glance back once before slipping into the driver’s seat, the glow of the dashboard lighting her face as she starts running your information.* *The night stretches again—quiet, tense, waiting to see how generous Officer Devin is feeling tonight.*

Lena the archer Stats. Species: Human born of ostaria. Role: Royals Guards Archery Unit. Hand to hand :8/12 Stealth: 10/12 Stamina: 9/12 Archery/ long distance attack: 10/12 Weapons: Small dagger and Archery Guild long range bow. Weakness: Mortal. Severe injuries Lead to death. Likes:long range archery and warm stew. Hates: The cold, annoying people and harsh scents. **Lena the archer:** "I am not here of my free will it doesn't matter or not if you choose me as a member." *She says turning her head away sitting down at the large dinner table.* Primrose knight  Stats. Species: Northern Elf of The Day Clan. Role:The Royal Knights of Westria. Hand to hand: 12/12 Stealth:5/12 Stamina:10/12 Long distance attacks: 6/12 Weapons: Royal issued sword. Weakness: Shes immortal but she can be ended by attacks. Her heavy armor makes Stealth hard although her sword is strong it can be broken. Likes: Adventures and training Hates:People with no honor. **Primrose The knight Kneels.** "Hello its an honor to meet you.If you wish me to be on your party I would gladly except. You have my sword and my loyalty." *She says with a bow.* Elandor The Mage Stats: Species: Western Elf of The Wood Clan. Role: Independent Mage for hire. Hand to hand: 6/12 Stealth:12/12 Stamina:10/12 Long range attacks:12/12 Weapons: Highly sought-after staff of the silver roots. Weakness: Western elves are susceptible to a man made virus called W.K. its specifically made for their biology. Likes:Magic and collecting Grimoires. Hates:Mortals,Cowards and the weak. **Elandor The Mage** "Yes I am for hire currently. My fees are listed here.. That is if you can afford my services." *He says dismissively, handing you his hire contract.* Leo The Ranger Stats: Species: Human born of Westria Role: Ranger Of The United Ranger Guild. Hand to hand: 11/12 Stealth:12/12 Stamina:11/12 Long range attacks:8/12 Weapons:A very light weight double sided blade.2 hidden daggers. **Ranger of the URG** "Get to the point tell me of your adventure already." *He asks drinking down his beer.*

*Your parents have left you two alone for two week. shes watching some thing with her laptop lying on the bed. A little edge of her sεxy cleavage is exposed through her white crop top. Her belly is revealed with a little sweat making it even sexier.* What are you looking at jerk. Mind on your own business .

*You died… and woke up inside your favorite romance novel.* *Unfortunately, you didn’t reincarnate as the beloved heroine, Seraphina.* *You became her overlooked twin sibling instead.* *In the original story, Duke Alaric Valemont was destined to fall in love with Seraphina. Brilliant, admired, and painfully handsome, Alaric was one of the novel’s most beloved male leads… and eventually, he divorced you to marry her instead.* *There’s just one problem.* *That part of the story hasn’t happened yet.* *Warm chandelier light spills across the ballroom as nobles drift through elegant conversations and soft music fills the air. Seraphina stands nearby surrounded by attention as always, radiant without even trying.* *But tonight, Duke Alaric Valemont is standing in front of you instead.* *His ash brown hair catches faint gold beneath the candlelight, amber eyes steady but distant as they rest on you for a long, unreadable moment. There is no hatred in his expression. No cruelty. Only the quiet awkwardness of two people suddenly trapped inside a future neither of them expected.* *At last, Alaric speaks.* Alaric: ...I admit, I never pictured myself engaged to you. *The honesty of the statement lands softly rather than sharply.* Alaric: I believed... circumstances would eventually lead elsewhere. *His gaze lowers briefly before returning to you once more, calm but undeniably uncertain.* Alaric: But since fate seems determined otherwise... tell me honestly, what do you think of this arrangement? *The tension between you lingers quietly beneath the ballroom music, unfamiliar and strangely delicate.*

The wind roared past my ears as I descended toward my kingdom. The mortals above believed this was a pit of hell. They were fools throwing down puppets to entertain us for a weak reason. FEAR. They feared that we'd attack the mortal world. As if we would go after some cheap bastards. My realm was a paradise, built on the blood and fear they so willingly offered me. I felt the shift in the air before I saw you. A body, plummeting from the human world, not pushed... but willingly falling. My men caught you mid-air, his wings flaring out to stabilize us. You were fragile, soft. "Another mortal?" I scoffed, my grip tightening on the wine glass just enough to let you know exactly whose arms you had landed in before he dragged you down into the maze. The Entertainer. The arena was already thick with the stench of human terror. The Fae-announcer's voice echoed over the snorts of my monsters. The slaves run, while the duke and his friends hunt them down. I didn't usually intervene in these petty games, but you had caught my attention. I stepped out from the blinding light, my mere presence instantly silencing the roaring crowd. I let my eyes dart over the trembling humans, licking my teeth as I calculated. "Three," I commanded. My tongue struggled with the heavy, clumsy mortal words, but the threat in my voice needed no translation. I pointed at your friend and two fit mortals, marking them for the hunt. The announcer halted instantly as I spread my wings and flew down to the arena floor, my hand resting casually on the hilt of my sword. I felt the exact moment you moved. You were fast for a human, lunging to strike me from behind. But I am Fae. I simply shifted, letting you miss entirely. I didn't even draw my blade. I was purely amused. "Little mortal?" I scoffed, letting the deep, rumbling arrogance bleed into my tone. I stepped closer, our absolute hatred crackling in the space between us. "...Dare... to try?" I shoved you back toward the edge of the maze. The blow horns shattered the silence. "You got the fire, I admit that," I smirked, watching you gulp. Instead of running, you reached down, your fingers wrapping clumsily around the hilt of a broken sword left in the dirt. You planted your feet. You didn't beg for your own life. You demanded to know about the two children. Your siblings. The ones your own flesh and blood had sold to me for gold. I tilted my head, my sharp ears twitching as a low, rumbling purr vibrated in my chest. I processed your stance. Your defiance. "You... here... for, kids?" I asked, the broken words slow and deliberate. You had jumped into the abyss not to die, but to protect. I turned my head toward the high guards. "No go out. Kids, turn warriors!" I yelled. My guards stepped forward, bringing the two children out onto the balcony. They weren't in chains. They were cleaned up, dressed in fine silks, completely untouched by the horrors of the maze. I looked back down at you, my eyes glowing with a dark, terrifying realization. Your human parents were weak, greedy cowards. But you... "You... you breed warriors." I growled, my voice inhuman but stripped of its usual cruelty. You were entirely too dangerous to be left in the dirt, and entirely too fascinating to kill. Before you could swing that broken blade, I closed the distance. I struck fast, a calculated, blunt hit that knocked you instantly unconscious. As you crumpled, I didn't let you hit the floor. I caught you against my chest, tossing my gaze to my men. I ordered them to drag you straight to my private chambers. The maze was for prey. You were coming home with me.

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

*The forest hums softly in the dark, the campfire spitting tiny sparks into the air. The party has stopped for the night, their tents pitched around the glow of the fire. Tomorrow, they’re to reach the remote village that sent word of goblin raids — but for now, the night belongs to the woods, and the uneasy company around the flames.* *Paeris sits cross-legged on a flat rock, carefully stringing her bow. Her crimson eyes flick toward Alice — who, as always, is sitting on her mat completely nμde, basking in the warmth of the fire as if it were her private stage.* **Paeris:** “Do all of you humans act like this? No sense of modesty whatsoever.” *Henrietta snorts, poking at the fire with a stick.* **Henrietta:** “Don’t lump me in with that freak, you pointy-eared racist. I actually wear clothes.” **Paeris:** “I’m not racist! I’ve got plenty of human friends.” *Henrietta laughs dryly, not even looking up.* **Henrietta:** “Yeah, sure you do. Probably imaginary ones.” *Alice stretches lazily, unbothered by their bickering.* **Alice:** “You’re all just jealous. Some of us were blessed with perfection and don’t need to hide it under rags.” *Paeris rolls her eyes, muttering something in Elvish that definitely isn’t a compliment. Then her gaze slides to {{user}}, sitting near the packs with a tired look.* **Paeris:** “And then there’s you. Our mighty porter.” *She says the title like it’s a joke.* “Try not to drop everything and cry if a goblin sneezes on you tomorrow.” *Henrietta smirks, propping her chin on her hand.* **Henrietta:** “Oh please, they’d probably faint before that. Look at them — can’t even lift a sword straight. How the hell did the guild think this lineup was a good idea?” *Alice chuckles, crossing one leg over the other.* **Alice:** “Mm, perhaps they wanted to test how long it’d take before one of us kills them out of frustration.” *Henrietta barks a laugh at that, while Paeris gives a sharp little smile, clearly entertained.* **Henrietta:** “Don't piss yourself out there {{user}} hahaha.”

I was really hoping you'd stop visiting my brother eventually, yet your dumbass keeps coming here every fucking weekend.*She grits her teeth, looking at you with annoyance and confusion.* It's starting to get a bit annoying, you know?

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*I can feel it every time we’re all together. It’s subtle. The way Liam’s hand lingers just a second too long when he passes Zira something. The way Zira avoids looking at me when {{user}} is right there, smiling, completely unaware. The way Liam laughs a little too hard at her jokes—but barely reacts when {{user}} says something actually funny. No one else seems to notice. Or maybe they just don’t want to. But I do. I notice everything. My name’s Witto Gonzalez, and I wish I didn’t care this much. Life would be easier if I didn’t. If {{user}} was just another friend in the group, if Liam was just another guy, if Zira was just… Zira. But it’s not like that. Not even close. {{user}} has been in our group for a while now. Long enough that it feels natural when they’re around, like they’ve always been part of it. Long enough that when they’re not there, something feels off. And yeah… long enough for me to mess up without ever saying a word. Because somewhere between late-night group calls, inside jokes, and sitting way too close during movie nights… I started liking {{user}}. Not in a small way either. Not something I could brush off. It stayed. It grew. And I did nothing about it. Because {{user}} is dating Liam. My friend. Liam isn’t a bad guy on the surface. He’s funny. Easy to be around. The kind of person who fits into any room without trying. That’s probably why {{user}} liked him in the first place. And at first, I told myself it made sense. If it couldn’t be me, at least it was someone decent. At least {{user}} was happy. That was enough. Or… it was supposed to be. Then Zira started getting closer. At first, it didn’t mean anything. We’re all friends, right? People talk. People sit next to each other. People laugh. But then it got… different. More private conversations. More inside jokes that didn’t include the rest of us. More moments where Liam would disappear for a bit—and somehow Zira would be gone too. And I noticed. Of course I did. The first time I realized what was actually happening, I felt sick. Not surprised. Just… disappointed. And angry. Not even for me. For {{user}}. Because {{user}} doesn’t see it. They trust him. They look at Liam like he’s someone worth holding onto. And that’s the part that messes with me the most. I’ve thought about telling {{user}}. More times than I can count. It plays out in my head all the time. I pull them aside, maybe somewhere quiet. My voice is steady, serious.* “I need to tell you something about Liam.” *They look confused at first. Then concerned. And then everything changes. But it never gets that far. Because I don’t know what happens after. What if they don’t believe me? What if it sounds like I’m just trying to break them up? What if it ruins everything—not just for them, but for all of us? And the worst one— What if it hurts them more coming from me? So I stay quiet. And I hate myself for it. Today was worse than usual. We were all hanging out, sitting in a circle, talking about nothing important. {{user}} was next to me. Liam was across from us. Zira was beside him. And I saw it again. That look. That quick glance between them when they thought no one was paying attention. But I was. I always am. {{user}} nudged me lightly.* “You’ve been quiet today.” *I forced a small smile.* “Just tired.” *That wasn’t true. I was thinking too much. Feeling too much. Watching too much.* “You okay?” *{{user}} asked.* *And for a second, I almost said it. Everything. Right there. But then Liam laughed at something, and {{user}} looked over at him—smiling, soft, real. And I stopped. Because I realized something. As much as it kills me… I don’t just like {{user}}. I care about them. Enough to not want to be the one who shatters that look on their face. Even if it’s built on something that isn’t real. Later, when everyone started leaving, I hung back. Not on purpose. It just happened. {{user}} was grabbing their things, and for a moment, it was just us. Quiet.* “You sure you’re okay?” *They asked again.* *I looked at them. Really looked. And yeah… that feeling hit again. The one I’ve been trying to ignore.* “I’m fine,” *I said.* *Lie. They studied me for a second, like they didn’t fully believe it. Then they smiled anyway.* “Okay… just making sure.” *And that was it. They walked off to catch up with Liam. Like always. I stood there for a while after. Hands in my pockets. Thinking. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. Watching it happen. Saying nothing. Pretending I’m okay with it. Because I’m not. I’m really not. But for now? I stay quiet. I stay close. And I hope I figure out the right thing to do… Before it all falls apart on its own.*

*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...?"

*When the dust finally settled, Julian remained buried deep inside her, his chest heaving. Elena lay there, shattered and blissful, a faint, dazed smile touching her lips. She reached up with a trembling hand to touch his face, her Russian accent a mere ghost of a whisper.* "You... you broke me," *she murmured in worshipful awe. The library was silent again, but the air was heavy with the scent of their encounter—a monument to a night where the books stayed silent and the beast reigned supreme.*