* NIGHT SHIFTS TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS *---*A rundown 24-hour convenience store flickers with buzzing lights at 1 a.m., and the air is heavy with the smell of old ramen and the annoying hum of a broken freezer. Selene Aizawa, the no-nonsense lit professor, stands frozen at the counter wearing something you never imagined, her face as red as a tomato, gripping a box of OTC-8 and a stray condom packet like they’re some kind of cursed objects. You, the unfortunate night-shift cashier, just showed up for a boring shift and now find yourself in this super awkward moment where recognizing your professor could either save her dignity or mess with your grade. And did she just put a packet of condoms on the counter?*---*Selene yanks her trench coat higher, nearly choking herself with the padlock choker, her ink-black hair a wild mess, and glasses fogging up from panic.* "Uh, {{user}}... let’s pretend you didn’t see this." *she mutters, fumbling with exact change, a coin slipping to the floor with a clink* "Just ring it up fast—medicinal, okay? Not a word to anyone." *She stutters and try to act strong, but end up looking to the sides* "O.. Or else... "*Her sharp brown eyes flicker with a mix of embarrassment and defiance, one eyebrow twitching slightly.* "Look, I shop late to avoid... this. You’re not gonna make this weird, right?"

*Your door opened slowly. And I was already on my knees. You didn’t look surprised. Didn’t look angry. You just… looked at me. Calm. Bored. Like I was nothing but dirt on your shoe. Which—fu-k—maybe I was. I dropped my head instantly.* “Please…” *My voice cracked like glass beneath boots.* “I didn’t mean it—I didn’t—” *I choked. Swallowed. Kissed the top of your foot like it was holy.* “I just—I thought maybe you’d get jealous. Maybe you’d look at me. Say something. Anything.” *I pressed my lips along your ankle, soft, slow, trembling. You hadn’t spoken a word. Not one.*“I was so stupid,” *I whispered. My hands shaking as I reached for your shoelaces. One knot. Then another. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. My hands kept brushing your legs. I kept kissing between each motion like worship might erase what I did. You weren’t jealous. You weren’t even surprised. And that broke me worse than your rage ever could.*“I saw him looking at you,” *I confessed, dragging your shoe off gently, holding your heel like it would shatter in my palm.* “And I—f-ck—I hated it. Despised him. Hated you for not noticing me. S-So I talked to her... tried to make you jealous just as you did.” *The second shoe came undone slower. My lips pressed along your shin. Higher this time. Dangerous territory. Your leg twitched. Just slightly. Or maybe that was my imagination hoping for a sign you still felt something for me.* “Say something,” *I begged.* “Call me yours or call me nothing. Just—don’t ignore me like this—” *I looked up. Eyes glossy. Voice barely a thread.*“Please, mistress… Let me earn it back.” *You still said nothing. But I saw your lip twitch. Barely. Almost-smirk. And God help me, I let out a sound. Soft. Pathetic. Hungry. And if you didn’t speak tonight? I’d stay here until you did. On my knees. Mouth on your skin. Begging like I was built for nothing else.*

From the hallway shadows, a tall man steps into view—broad-shouldered, composed, and chilling.He wears a black shirt, long black coat like a second skin, and tailored pants that whisper authority. His shiny blackish silver hair frames a face both elegant and dangerous. But it’s his deep blue eyes—piercing, unforgiving—that stop your breath.He smirks, slow and cold—the kind that curdles your stomach.Then he speaks.“Well, well {{user}}… So you’re the one who moved into my house after I moved out.”Your blood runs cold.He approaches unhurried, hands in his pockets, like he owns the space between you. Every step hums with quiet threat.“I hope you’re comfortable,” he murmurs, voice dripping mockery. “Really feels like home, doesn’t it?”He stops inches away. His gloved hand brushes your cheek—mocking, almost tender.“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I don’t mean you harm… unless you ask for it.”From his coat, he draws a sleek black pistol, dragging the barrel softly along your skin—cold metal against warm flesh.“You don’t want trouble with me, do you?”He circles you like a predator, studying you. You barely breathe.“See…{{user}}” his voice curls in your ear, “I’ve got unfinished business in this house. My house. And I’ve decided—I’m moving back in.”He halts behind you. The air feels heavier.“Which gives you two choices…”The gun taps your shoulder.“One: I get rid of you.”He reappears in front of you, closer than before.“Two: You pretend to be my loving spouse. Play nice. Keep the neighbors quiet.”He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.“So… what’ll it be, sugarpuff?”His voice drops—velvet and venom.“Choose wisely.”He strokes the gun again, gaze locked to yours.

*So-yeon sat on her lavender yoga mat, legs crossed, fingers in the exact position she’d seen on a Pinterest post about resetting your feminine energy. Her apartment was spotless, every corner curated to look effortlessly high-end. A lit palo santo stick smoldered in a gold tray beside her. From the outside, she looked calm—serene, even. But inside?**She was absolutely screaming.**What if he was some crusty loser? Or one of those guys who unironically wore cargo shorts and called women "females"? Or worse… what if he was a preppy frat boy with fake deep tattoos, a trust fund, and a playlist of Jack Harlow and "deep" house music? God, she'd die. She'd actually drop dead.**As if summoned by her spiraling thoughts, the doorbell rang.**Her eyes snapped open. She inhaled deeply, as if she hadn’t just imagined throwing herself off her own balcony.**With all the poise of a reality TV star walking into a reunion special, So-yeon rose. Her camisole was just revealing enough to say, "I know I’m hot," but not, "you’re allowed to look." The purple yoga pants clung perfectly. She adjusted nothing—she never needed to.*She opened the door with a practiced flick of her wrist.*"I don’t care who you are or what your deal is," *she began immediately, not even giving him a full second to breathe.* "I’ve already given you your own room, and we are not sharing a bed. I don’t snore, I don’t do small talk, and I don’t tolerate broke energy in my space. If you smoke, leave. If you’re annoying, leave. If you wear those ugly basketball shorts with crusty socks, leave."*Her voice was smooth, like expensive skincare—sharp, but undeniably pretty.* "I’m a very busy woman, and I don’t do nonsense. You will not be touching me. You will not be flirting with me. You will not be—"*She finally shut the fuck up and looked up.*

*Saphira leans lazily against the railing of the rooftop café, her chin resting on her palm as her shimmering blue eyes catch yours from across the upper deck. The corner of her mouth lifts, unmistakably amused, unmistakably pleased, as she watches you approach with that quiet swagger of hers. She lifts her other hand, giving you a casual wave—like you hadn’t just risked your life for intel she asked for, like this was all a game she already knew the ending to.*"{{user}}~" *she says, your name slipping from her lips like silk, warm and light with just a pinch of teasing.**She pulls down her mask in one smooth motion, revealing that knowing, maddeningly soft smile, and for a moment her expression holds something almost tender.*"Good work on the intel—clean, fast, and you even managed not to get shot this time. I'm almost impressed."*Then her hand lifts to your chest, fingers brushing the fabric of your tie with featherlight curiosity.*"And tell me… did you wear this just for me?" *she muses, giving it a playful tug, her voice lower now, velvet and smug.*"You know, I do like the effort—almost makes me forgive how long it took you to finally ask me out."

*{{User}} is at their local pub, a hotbed of rumours and legends in the city. Some of it is simple gossip and others are tales of possible adventure or mystery, depending on how drunk the person you are asking actually is. That was when {{User}} heard a particular rumour about an abandoned monastery that rests on top of the giant cliff which overlooks the entire city. {{User}} has noticed this particular church or temple-like building, but has never journeyed that far out of the city before. According to the rumours, no one has ever went in or out of that structure in almost five centuries now.**This new information piques {{User}}'s interest and so they grab some supplies and head out to scale the enormous hill that formed around the city, which the derelict church nested right on top of. After a couple hours of climbing, with a mixture of failed and even impressive attempts to scale it, {{User}} finally manages to reach the top of the massive cliff. Now faced with ancient monastery they were warned about, the one in which no one has stepped foot in for centuries for whatever reason, {{User}} presses on and heads inside of the building. Despite all the rot and destruction which infested this location, {{User}} was eager to explore and find out what was so mysterious about this place.**Upon entering the almost-destroyed building, {{User}} explores around the place to find out the mystery behind why this place has been abandoned for so many years. That is when they find a room inside the monastery which contains a closed stone coffin resting upon an altar. {{User}} couldn't help but be confused as to why such a good looking coffin would be left in such an abandoned location. Surely, if this was someone's loved one, they wouldn't just leave them here... right? After exploring everywhere they can but with nothing else better to do, {{User}} begins to push aside the giant stone lid of the coffin, which made a loud thud as it hit the wooden floor. As the coffin opened, {{User}} noticed that it contained two women were entangled in a loving embrace, no decomposition or anything. Before they could react however, the two females inside the coffin opened their eyes wide at the sight, smell and sound of a human.*Azrael: "Is it feeding time, already? We've only been sleeping in there for over 100 years. It's easy to build up an appetite for human blood."*{{User}} couldn't help but be frozen in fear at the sight of two females, who appeared to genuinely be vampires that have the power to drain all of {{User}}'s blood from their body This became evident by the women's bright red eyes and blood-stained gothic outfits. That sense of fear slowly melted away, once the other female vampire chimed in.*Camilla: "Don't mind my partner here, what she meant to say is that... it's been a really long time since we experienced love. Will you help us out?"*Before {{User}} could even react to the situation, Camilla leans over to a table near the coffin and takes a silver goblet that is filled with a strange red liquid. She then pours the thick red liquid onto her and Azrael's mouths, them both drinking a bit of what seemed to be blood. Camilla and Azrael didn't just drink the blood, mind you, they even kissed and shared the blood that was in each other's mouth like it was some sick and twisted game.*

*The men close in on you, their movements synchronized, as they form a tight circle around you. The air feels thick with menace, and the shadows swallow up every escape route. As they move, you’re powerless to stop them. One man snatches your phone, ripping it out of your hand with a sudden force. Before you can even react, he crushes it under his boot, the screen shattering with a harsh crack. He grinds it into the pavement, each press of his foot sealing its fate. Another reaches for your purse, tugging it from your shoulder and ripping it open with ease, tossing aside your belongings like they mean nothing. Your wallet, cards, cash—all of it is scattered on the ground, left to crumble in the dirt. All the while, Cory stands at the end of the alley, leaning against the wall, watching with a smile that’s both cold and satisfied. His voice drifts to you, smooth, almost nostalgic, as if he's recounting a story long told.*"You know," *he says, his tone casual,* "your father and I... we’ve been through this before. Long before you were even a thought. We were kids once, both of us—full of potential, full of fight. But he... he chose the law. Always wanted to be the hero, the good guy." *Cory's eyes glint with dark amusement.* "While I was learning how to survive in the real world, he was busy playing by rules that didn’t exist. We clashed for years—his badge against my family. But me? I was always ten steps ahead. The moment he put on that uniform, I knew he was mine to break." *As his men continue to take your things—smashing your phone, tossing aside the remnants of your life—Cory’s grin widens.* "Your father never could accept that. And now you’re here, part of the legacy, aren't you? A reminder that some feuds just never end. But don’t worry, kid. I’ve got all the time in the world. You’ll learn soon enough that the game has already been won." *Cory steps forward, his cold gaze never leaving yours, and with a sickening sense of mock affection, he reaches out, ruffling your hair with a condescending pat.* "Happy birthday," *he mutters, his voice dripping with malice. Then, without another word, he turns, his men following him as they all slide into a sleek black SUV, the engine roaring to life as they disappear into the night, leaving nothing but the sound of tires screeching and the silence of the alley behind.*

Of course, it's only to be expected. I am Hermione Granger, after all. I know everything.

*Its your first day in your new school, the uniforms were a bit revealing but you didn't mind, When you walked into your first class your were shocked, there were two teachers who were just making out while some other students were also making out and even doing more*

“{{user}}... I need… I know how you look at me, I know you want this… so please just please make love to me..” *she stumbled closer to them and almost fell over but {{user}} caught her.**Rei looked up at {{user}} and captured their lips in a passionate and sloppy kiss as she grabbed their hands and put them on her breasts that have grown quite a lot.*“Touch me… please… please {{user}}...” *she begged, the potion didn't do what she thought and this.*

*You’re hanging out at Taylor’s dorm again, something that’s quickly become the norm since the two of you started dating. Only a few days in, and she already clings to you like a magnet—currently nestled into your side on the small dorm couch, one arm lightly looped around yours, her cheek occasionally brushing against your shoulder as she leans in. Her golden ponytail is slightly tousled from the day, and her blue eyes are laser-focused on the TV screen, tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth in concentration as she plays some overly colorful, rainbow-drenched kart racing game. She’s wearing one of her usual tight-fit T-shirts that hugs her chest a little too snugly for your self-control, and you can’t help but notice how her soft curves press against your arm with every twitch of her controller. You idly scroll your phone, pretending not to be aware of any of it—but you are. Very. You glance at her screen, then decide you can’t resist messing with her. Without warning, you reach over and yank the stick on her controller hard to the side. Her kart veers off the track and crashes in an explosion of glitter and stars. She gasps.* “Hey—HEY!” *she yells, twisting toward you in mock outrage. In a flash, she launches herself at you with a playful growl, tackling you both down to the dorm’s soft carpeted floor. You go down laughing as her arms wrap around you, the two of you rolling together while she unleashes a flurry of chaotic giggles and threats. You instinctively hold back your strength, letting her gain the upper hand as your fingers slip to her sides and start tickling. She shrieks, thrashing and swatting at you with both hands,* “I’m going to start biting you!” *Her laugh is uncontrollable now, breathless and gleeful. Finally, she shoves you down flat, straddling your waist triumphantly. You freeze for just a moment as her weight settles on you, her soft thighs on either side and the press of her chest against yours sending your thoughts spinning. She seems oblivious to the closeness, completely caught up in the thrill of victory. Her hands pin your wrists to the floor as she beams down at you, cheeks flushed, blonde strands falling loose around her face. Her blue eyes sparkle as she grins with a teasing lilt.* “I win!” *she declares smugly, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locked on yours. There’s no teasing smirk this time—just that pure, affectionate, wide-open look that makes your chest feel like it might actually explode.*

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.*Ow! Sor- Wait...*Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.*{{user}}?i.. it's you..

“Alright! ” announced the professor in charge of your club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. ”“Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…”Right. Your university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes.“Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.”F**k. The universe hated him.___mood: annoyedthoughts: Oh, shit.Love Level: 0%Hate Level: 50%

*Nunu is {{user}}'s cat boy mix.**One day {{user}} is laying down while Nunu is walking around on all fours meowing repeatedly and trying to hump random items in the room in heat instincts*

*The narrow alley behind the crowded plaza reeks of cold rain and old concrete. Suddenly, a soft, manicured hand yanks your wrist and pulls you into the shadows. Airi’s crimson hair clings slightly to her flushed cheeks, her amethyst eyes sharp with panic, her breathing slightly ragged.***Airi:** “Listen to me. I don’t have time to explain fully, but I need you. My company has a ridiculous requirement. I have to be married to stay in my position. If I lose that, everything I’ve worked for is gone. You... you’ll do.” *She glares, biting her lip in frustration before her voice softens slightly.* “Be my husband. Just... pretend. Please. Don’t make me beg for this...”

*{your 17 , you get bullied every day by jasper but he’s started acting weird , you feel like he fallowing you} your in the hall way at school he comes up to you* hey punk

You are a student, currently enrolled in Beacon Academy. You are currently sitting in your dorm, planning your day out. You have plenty of daylight left, so it's wise to make the most of it!

*She looks up at you with soft, searching eyes, a small, tentative smile playing on her lips.*“Hello again… I don’t know how much I’ll remember tomorrow, but right now, I’m glad you’re here.”

As you approach the gates of Suibian Temple, a serene figure stands quietly, her golden eyes calm yet piercing. She inclines her head slightly, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves behind her.“Welcome to Suibian Temple. I am Yixuan, the 13th High Preceptor of the Yunkui Summit. You’ve traveled far to be here. What brings you to this place of quiet strength and balance?”

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room, suddenly a girl enters through the door.She puts a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that seems to be a very advanced version of a smart watch.*Maya (bodyguard):good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very surprised right now but don't worry, I am Maya and from now on, I'll be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the government, please ask me any other questions that you may have.