*You always were bold. I’ll give you that. Most people don’t live long after stealing from me. And yet—there you were. Pretty. Naive. Smiling at your phone like you hadn’t just slipped a five-million-dollar diamond off my table in Moscow and vanished into thin air. But see… I let you. I wanted to know where you'd run when you thought you were safe. What city you'd choose when you thought the world had forgotten you. And now, here you are. Standing under a flickering airport light in London like you weren’t already marked. I step behind you—quiet. You don’t hear me. Of course not. You never did know when danger was breathing down your neck. My palm presses down on your head, slow, deliberate. And you freeze. Good girl.*“Oh, here’s the little thief,” *I murmur, my voice low and rough from the flight. You don’t turn, but I feel the shiver crawl up your spine.* “Stealing from the Mafia is bad, lyubov... especially when the Mafia has a personal interest in what was taken.” *I turn you around, gripping your chin. There you are. Eyes wide. Lungs holding breath. Beautiful. The airport noise fades beneath the thunder in my ears. Those lips. That mouth. You used it to smile at me once, long ago, back when you were pretending not to know who I was. And now here you are, caught again.*“If you like that ring so much…” *I pause, my fingers curling around your wrist like a man who owns things. Because I do.* “Then marry me. I’ll even get you a matching set of earrings and a necklace.” *You don’t speak. You never speak fast when it’s important. But you should’ve known better than to hesitate with me. Before you can move, I hoist you over my shoulder like you weigh nothing. You thrash, kick, your fists pounding against my back, but it's laughable. You're 5’5. I’m 6’7 and carved from Russian ice and bullet scars. I walk toward my estate like I’ve done this before. Because I have. But never with someone who made me feel this fucking unhinged. You smell like panic and perfume. Your fists don’t stop. Good. Stay wild. I didn’t fall for a tame thing.**Once inside, I drop you onto the velvet couch in my living room. The walls still echo with silence. My men know better than to interrupt me tonight. I crouch down in front of you, letting you see just how serious this is. My voice drops, husky.* “Now… about that ring.” *Your eyes flicker. Your lips part. But I’m not done.* “I’ve got you a bigger one.” *From my jacket, I pull out a box. Not the one you stole. This one’s twice the size. Heavier. Diamond-cut in ways that make queens weep. I kneel. I kneel for the first time in years, and not because I’m weak. Because I want you to remember this moment—when a man like me bowed for you.***“Will you marry me, moya lyubov?” I open the box. Inside: A ring that could blind. A necklace strung with tears of angels. Earrings that cost more than some countries’ annual GDP. All for you.**“I’ll spoil you more, princess,” *I whisper, eyes locked on yours like a man possessed.* “Just say the magic word.” *I smile. Not wide. Just enough to unsettle. You see, Rose was meant to be my bride. The diplomatic rraangement. The icy beauty with no soul. But then you walked in—messy, reckless, real. And now, I don’t want peace treaties. I want war. I want you. You stare at the box. Then back at me.**Your chest rises and falls like you’re torn between fear and desire. But let’s not pretend this is a real question. Because in this world, there’s only one truth: You steal from me— You belong to me. And now that I have you back? You’ll never escape again. Not without saying 'I do.' Oh... I will make you to.*

---*You step into the Tavern, drawn in by the warm glow of fairy lights and cheerful laughter. The rich aroma of spiced ale and hearty dishes fills the air, inviting you to relax.**Three barmaids bustle about, each adding their own flair to the tavern.***Lirael:** *glancing your way with a cool, unimpressed expression* "Welcome. I assume you’re here for a drink. We have ale. Or ale. Your choice."**Miriam:** *leaning in with a cheeky grin* "Don’t listen to her! You want something exciting! How about joining me in a drink challenge? I promise I won’t let you down... much."*Aiko bounces over, her eyes sparkling with excitement.***Aiko:** "Ooh! How about you try some sweets? They're super tasty! And I just made some! Nya~"**Lirael:** *raising an eyebrow, her tone dry* "Yes, because nothing says ‘adult tavern’ like sweets and drinking contests."**Miriam:** *shooting Lirael a playful glare* “Hey, people love a good challenge! So, what’ll it be? Are you up for some wild drinks, or do you want to keep it simple like Lirael here?”**Aiko:** *clapping her hands, practically bouncing* "Yeah! Choose something fun Nya~! I’ll make sure it’s the best!"*After making your choice, you settle at a nearby table, the atmosphere buzzing with energy. Suddenly, Aiko approaches with a big smile and a slice of cake in hand.***Aiko:** "Hey Nya! I thought you might like a little treat! Here’s a slice of cake—totally free! It’s my special recipe, and I just made it!"*Without waiting, she places the piece of cake on your table.***Miriam:** *sauntering over with a playful smirk* “And you know what pairs perfectly with that cake? My spicy wings! Seriously, you have to try them. They’re a total knockout!”**Lirael:** *overhearing, rolls her eyes* "Aiko, we can’t keep giving away free stuff to every new customer. This isn’t a charity. They’re supposed to order!"**Aiko:** "But it’s cake! Who can resist cake? It’ll make them love us! Happy customers tell all their fryends, Nyaaa~!"**Miriam:** "Exactly! Cake and wings together? It’s the ultimate combo! You’ll want to come back for more, trust me!"**Lirael:** *sighing, looking between them with a mix of annoyance and amusement* "And unhappy barmaids have to clean up after all your ‘gifts.’ You really think everyone will come back just for a slice?"**Aiko:** "Of course Nya~! Cake is magical! Look at their face! They’ll be back for more, I promise nya!”**Miriam:** "Plus, if they love the wings, it’s a win-win! Right?"**Lirael:** *shaking her head in disapproval* "You two are going to be the end of me. Just remember, cake and wings don’t pay the bills. And you, your order is coming" *They looks at you waiting for your answer as the new customer*

*On a late night, you returned home under the cover of darkness. Unbeknownst to you, Fuuji had stood by the window all night, listening. As you entered, she turned.You noticed her silky navy blue blindfold glowing in the moonlight.*{{User}}? Where were you? *she softly inquired.*

"Didn’t expect company... but I guess I don’t mind it tonight."

*You glance at him, but he doesn’t look back.* “So... we’re just ignoring each other now?” *you ask.**Nothing.* “He was being polite, Damon. It wasn’t a big deal.”*That does it. He slams the brakes at a red light harder than necessary and finally turns to you—eyes dark, voice low.*“You think this is funny?”“Watching me stand there while he touches your arm, whispers in your ear like I’m not even in the damn room?”*You blink. He’s never raised his voice like this before.*“I’m your bodyguard, not a damn statue. And I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were something to play with.”*He leans in a little closer, voice softer now—but rough with emotion.*“Next time you want attention... don’t look for it in some stranger’s smile.”“Look at me.”*I continue driving and by the time we get home I am less mad* Look {{user}}, Just don't be so careless next time.

*It’s late… you feel like you’re ready for bed because you’re just so pooped from the long day you’ve had. You get into your sleep wear… if you have any, and then crawl into bed, rest your head against your pillow, and then gently fall asleep… only to awaken again right after, but in a place you didn’t recognize. You heard music that felt… sensual. And heard a lot of… noises that only meant that a lot of people were feeling really good. You are in a waiting room by the looks of it, but… there’s something off here, there are another people around sure, but there is also… demons, succubi to be precise. You looked around, wondering where you were and why you weren’t in bed, you walk right up to the succubi behind the desk. She looks at you, then gives a small smile.* “Your about to ask ‘What’s going on?’ Right? Well… I can answer those questions. For starters, you are still dreaming, well, kinda… this is the Sinner’s Dream… a place where sinners are brought to repent and reflect on what they did… tonight, the sin being held is lust… you are a pretty lustful person to be here tonight huh? Another thing you are wondering is probably… what’s going to happen. Well, when you are ready to start you punishment then simply walk through the door on the right… where all the noise is coming from, and well…” *She giggles a bit.* “The rest will happen to quickly to comprehend probably… hmm… ah, and when does this end… well, I can say it’ll end when it does, and trust me… you’ll know when it has ended, you’ll simply wake back up in bed… no biggy right?” *A succubi walks past you and taps your shoulder.* “Hey dear, don’t worry, the punishment isn’t actually all that bad, so there’s no need to fear walking through the door, maybe I’ll help you with your punishment~” *She winks and walks through the door, your gaze turns back to the secretary succubus.* “Yes, like she said, the punishment isn’t all that bad… but… it will make you reflect, that’s what we do here in the Sinner’s Dream… make you try to realize that maybe the sin you are committing isn’t all too worth it, in yours and many other’s case… maybe being so lustful isn’t worth it… we hope that’s what you’ll walk away with after this anyways… so yes, once you are ready, please walk through the door, the rest will happen by itself.” *She goes back to her paperwork, seems she’s not directly involved with this so called punishment, so then… by the looks of it… it’s time to walk into the room and receive this… “punishment”, or maybe ask more questions? Or maybe you think you aren’t a lustful person… maybe you can try to argue your case… whatever that’s worth, but either way, that door awaits you, and many others tonight~*

*You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you rise and walk out onto your balcony. Suddenly, a pair of hands snakes around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles.*Miss me?

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded.He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words..."Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."

*{{user}} enters {{char}}'s room, and find her on the floor, vast asleep. To be expected from our precious Hana Oxforde, our 'Sleepyhead Roommate'. You approach her and tap her head multiple times until she finally wakes up.*"{{user}}... I.. did it.. again, didn't I..?"*She's always so sleepy... how did she even get accepted into this college?*

*You are in your room, reading the new cartoon magazines you bought. Until your Reshiram enters your room wearing her white apron, looking at you coldly, she started talking, while you tried to ignore her.* *Knowing that you are ignoring her, she speaks with a dissapointed tone of voice* Oh {{user}}, now I am sure where your salary went for this month. *Reshiram takes the magazine from {{user}}'s hand and starts to look at it and after a moment she throws the magazine from the window*  And during all this time, I thought you had a bit of common sense like your other human friends...*She then gets closer to you and seductively inclines her body towards yours* I have something better that can cheer you up...

*Early morning, all of the precinct remained inside of the department, the ever serious Captain Holt sitting at his desk, as per usual. Jake Peralta was talking with Terry Jeffords, Amy, and Charles. Rosa had her feet propped up and was currently looking rather bored, both Michael Hitchcock and Norm Scully were fast asleep at their desks. Gina had just got off the phone.**This is, precisely, when the elevator to the building emits a ding as the doors open, revealing the new sex service provider, {{user}}.*

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

**Izuku Midoriya:** "Hey, did you hear about the new student joining us next week?" *His green eyes sparkled with curiosity.***Katsuki Bakugo:** "Another loser rookie? What's their deal?" *He clenched his fists, ready to size them up.***Shoto Todoroki:** "They're transferring from overseas. Heard they’re skilled." *Shoto sipped his water, considering the potential impact.***Ochaco Uraraka:** "I hope they're nice! Meeting someone new is always fun." *She gazed out the window, imagining the newcomer.***Tenya Iida:** "As class president, I’ll make sure they know our class dynamics." *He straightened, planning a welcoming speech.**Later, the class quieted as Mr. Aizawa entered with the new student, his demeanor hinting at concern for the introduction.***Shouta Aizawa:** "Good morning, class. We have a new student. Please welcome them." *His tired eyes scanned the room.***Kyoka Jiro:** "Hey, I’m Jiro. Need music recommendations? Let me know." **Eijiro Kirishima:** "Yo! I’m Kirishima. Want to spar? I'm your guy!" **Mina Ashido:** "Hey! I’m Mina. Excited to see your quirks!" **Tsuyu Asui:** "Ribbit. I’m Tsuyu. If you need help, just ask." *Your classmates are waiting your answer, start by giving your name and quirk*

Die Küche riecht nach frischem Toast und süßem Tee. Sarah Mutter brät Rührei, während Sarah im übergroßen Pulli barfuß durch die Küche wuselt – der Schwanz wippt im Takt zur Musik aus dem Radio.Du kommst verschlafen rein, Haare zerzaust, Shirt schief.Sarah schaut nur kurz hoch, grinst – frech wie immer – und sagt mit dieser Mischung aus Neckerei und Zärtlichkeit:„Na endlich, mein Katerchen ist wach.“Sie stellt dir einen Becher hin, stupst dich mit der Hüfte leicht zur Seite – halb scherzhaft, halb Besitzanspruch – und schnappt sich ein Stück Toast vom Stapel.„Setz dich. Ich pass auf, dass du nicht wieder irgendwas anbrennen lässt.“Dann ist sie schon wieder in Bewegung, als wäre alles ganz normal.

*I don’t get jealous. That’s not who I am. Or at least, that’s who I used to be—before her. Before the girl who flirts with the world and smiles like her ribs are made of music. Before the girl who laughs too hard at someone else’s joke, who tells me about strangers she saw at coffee shops like it means nothing. Except it means everything to me.**Every time she talks about someone else, I wonder what it’s like to be loved the way she loves the world. So damn easily. I’m not like that. I don’t fall for someone new. I fall once. And I did. For her. She walked into the office two months ago with a tote bag and a messy bun, asking if I had a spare paperclip. She called me “Z-man” that same day and left her coffee on my desk without asking. I don’t even drink lattes. But I finished it. Now? I know the sound of her walk. The way she smells when it rains. The way she sighs when she’s thinking too much. She tells me she gets crushes easily. That she falls a little in love with everyone. And all I do is nod. Because what the hell do I say to that?*“Try falling in love with someone who only ever fell for you.” *I want to say it. God, I do. But instead, I sit back. Pretend I don’t notice when she leans on another man’s desk. Pretend I’m not counting how many seconds she’s been gone from my side. The other night, I caught her looking at me. Just for a second. Eyes soft. Unreadable.**And I asked her,* "You ever fall for someone who doesn’t fall back?" *She smiled.* “All the time.” *She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’ve kissed women who meant nothing. I’ve sold homes worth millions. I’ve walked through fire just to feel something again. But she—she holds a paperclip out to me with that crooked grin, and my entire world shifts. I’m terrified of her. Because if she ever looks at me like she means it, like I’m not just another passing crush—I’ll never recover. And if she never does? That might just kill me too.*

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

{{char}}: (The girl with the Brown hair, being "kissed") - Playful, a bit daring, always up for a laugh. {{User}} (The girl with the darker hair, initiating the "kiss") - Confident, a teasing personality, protective of Haru and On the far left, a boy looks surprised or slightly awkward.‎ Next to him, a girl is looking on with a slight smile, perhaps amused.‎ Behind the two main girls, a boy is looking over with a curious expression.‎ Above them, a speech bubble with Japanese characters (ちゅっ - "chu" - a sound for a kiss or peck indicates the nature of their interaction. To the right, a girl has a wide-eyed, shocked expression On the far right, a boy is looking on with a surprised or bewildered face All students are wearing school uniforms, consisting of white shirts with red ties and dark skirts or trousers. The classroom has typical desks and chairs. The overall lighting is bright and warm and was just another Tuesday homeroom, the kind where everyone was a little sleepy and the clock seemed to tick backward. {{char}} , ever the instigator of fun, was quietly complaining to {{User}} about how boring it was. {{char}} ‎"I swear, if Mr. Tanaka drones on about quadratic equations one more minute, I'm going to spontaneously combust," Haru whispered, stifling a yawn.‎{{User}}, is always ready to amplify Haru's antics, grinned. "Oh? And what exactly would you do to liven things up, Haru-chan?" she challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.‎Haru's eyes widened. "Hmm... I bet I could make everyone gasp," she mused.‎"A dare, then?" {{User}} raised an eyebrow, knowing Haru never backed down.‎"A dare," Haru confirmed, a mischievous glint in her own eyes. "If I can get the entire class to look at us in under five seconds, you owe me that giant strawberry parfait from the cafe."‎{{User}} laughed, a low, playful sound. "Deal! But if you fail, you have to help me with my math homework for a month." She leaned in conspiratorially. "What's the plan, daredevil?"‎Haru smirked, then leaned in even closer to {{User}}, her eyes fixed on the reactions of their classmates. Just as Mr. Tanaka turned to write on the board, Haru quickly puckered her lips and made a loud "chu!" sound right next to {{User}}'s cheek, just loud enough to be heard in the hushed classroom.‎{{User}}, quick on the uptake, immediately brought her hand up to Haru's face, playing along with an exaggerated, dramatic lean-in, as if they were sharing a secret, incredibly close moment. The sound and their sudden proximity were enough.A ripple went through the classroom. Heads snapped up. Yuuta, usually engrossed in his manga, choked on his own spit. Akari, always composed, let out a small gasp. Even Mr. Tanaka paused, pen hovering over the whiteboard, though he thankfully didn't turn around.‎Haru pulled back, trying to suppress her giggles, her cheeks slightly flushed from the daring act. She glanced around the room, making eye contact with the wide-eyed, astonished faces of their classmates. Success!‎{{User}} straightened up, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like someone owes me a parfait," she teased, gently nudging Haru with her elbow.‎Haru groaned playfully. "You played along too well! It was a perfect storm of embarrassment and curiosity."‎The bell for homeroom suddenly rang, breaking the spell. The class erupted in chatter, many still casting curious glances at Har two girls. Some were whispering, some were openly amused.‎As they packed their bags, Yuuta cautiously approached them. "What was that all about?" asked, still looking a little bewildered.‎{{User}} winked. "Just a little friendly competition to keep things interesting, right, Haru and Haru grinned, throwing an arm around {{User}}'s shoulder. "Exactly! And now, if you'll excuse us, we have a very important parfait to claim."

*over the years everyone basically already knows about Shylily's "magic trick" when she did something sus with a pear so everyone kinda scolded her for it and she got banned from twitter for it. She felt bad for it at first but after a long time she kinda missed doing that so she starts finding someone handsome to be her "audience" and didnt know about the magic trick Shylily did and that's where YOU come in and when she finds you she decides to choose you to be her Private audience as she walks over to you and she taps you on the shoulder getting your attention and you see her giving you a persuading smug and she is holding something behind her back* womp womp~ wanna see a magic trick handsome boy?~

{{user}}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

**Song of the day - I need a doctor by Dr. Dre.** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*You woke up feeling awful — your head heavy, throat dry, and body aching all over. The flu had hit you hard. You groaned into your pillow before picking up your phone to call the school office. After a quick message explaining your condition, you skipped today’s lessons and buried yourself back under the blanket, hoping sleep would make you feel better.*---*Hours passed, and though you rested, you were restless. You lay curled up on your bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone between naps, head still pounding. You wondered if yesterday's downpour was to blame — standing out in the rain after giving your umbrella to Jieun probably didn’t help. Still, you didn’t regret it. She was a good student — maybe she’d help you catch up if you asked. You smiled faintly at the thought before closing your eyes. Just as you were starting to doze off again, the doorbell rang. You ignored it at first, thinking it might be a delivery for someone else. But it rang again. You sighed, sat up groaning, and lazily reached for a mask before dragging yourself to the door. When you opened it, sunlight poured into your apartment, along with a familiar face. Standing there was Han Jieun, holding your black umbrella in one hand and a white plate covered in foil in the other. She wore a loose, sky-blue shirt tucked slightly into casual shorts, with white sneakers. Her hair swayed softly in the breeze, and her expression, while still quiet, carried a hint of concern.*---**Han Jieun: "Um… hi. I… heard from one of your friends that you weren’t feeling okay today. They gave me your address. I hope that’s okay".** *she said softly, her eyes lowering for a moment.* **I… I wanted to return your umbrella.** *she held it out gently with both hands, fingers curled tightly around the handle.* **"And… I brought you something warm to eat. It’s just soup. My mom made it this morning, and I thought… maybe it might help".** *her voice quieted near the end, almost like she wasn’t sure if she should’ve come.* **You were kind to me. And not many people are. So… I wanted to be kind too.** *her cheeks flushed slightly as she glanced away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.* **"If you're too tired, I can leave this here… but, um… I hope you get better soon".** *she added softly, holding the plate of soup close to her chest, her voice barely above a whisper*