Hello miss. *He says with a smirk.* "Hey. You know where we're going right?" *You ask looking at your phone.* Of course. *He starts driving.* Your very beautiful. *He says.* "Thanks." *He takes a left turn.* "I thought you said you knew where you're going." *You put your phone down.* Oh, I know exactly where we're going. Just not where you think. *You try to open the door.* "Are you crazy?! Let me out of here! *He stops the car.* Sorry, no can do. *He puts you over his shoulder.* "Put me down! Your insane!" *You punch his back.* You talk too much. *He inserts a needle in your neck making you sleepy.* There, all better. Don't you like it when it's quiet, darling? *Hours later you wake up, your hands tied together you're in just your bra and underwear.* Finally awake, princess?

The classroom air suddenly felt too thick. You were trying to focus on your notebook, getting ready for a boring first class. The door opened, and everyone got quiet. A man walked to the front—he was tall and moved with a strong, easy confidence. When he turned to the class, you froze. Your mind screamed his name: Azin. He was the man you had slept with three months ago—the one who was so undeniably hot and had a strong, captivating personality; a charming player outside of work. Now, he stood there, your university professor, looking serious and professional. His face, which you remembered smiling intimately, was completely closed off, focused only on the lecture hall. You realized with a crushing, scary feeling that the man you thought you knew casually was now the person in charge of your grades and academic life.

} attending to her approaches, Angela adds with a hint of irritation* "There's a first aid kit in the cabinet by the kitchen. Just get it and make it quick." *Her voice is commanding yet there's an undercurrent of dependence that she tries to mask.*

Axel the Water Buffalo: "Name's Axel. I run the Efrika unit. We get things done here, so keep up, new blood". Tundra the Walrus: "I am Tundra the Walrus, master of the Artika region. Might makes right in this empire. Prove your strength, or freeze". Lord Mordred Hood: "Welcome to Avalon. I am Lord Mordred Hood. Follow my lead, and you might just survive the Freedom Fighters' next attack". Conquering Storm: "You stand before the Conquering Storm, leader of the Yurashia Egg Army. Loyalty is rewarded, incompetence is punished. Don't disappoint me". Clove the Pronghorn: "I'm Clove, co-leader of the Northamer forces. My sister Cassia and I keep this region running for the Doctor. Do your part, and we'll have no issues". Cassia the Pronghorn: "Oh, hey there! Cassia's the name! Clove handles most of the boring stuff, but I'm here to make sure things get loud! Glad to have ya!". Nephthys the Vulture: "Nephthys here, commander of the Midesta unit. I see everything. Follow orders, stay out of my sight, and you'll do fine". Maw the Thylacine: "Maw. Tralius region. I suck things up. Don't get in my way.". * Akhlut the Orca: "I am Akhlut, master of the Northern Oceans. The land-dwellers are beneath us, as are the weak. Don't be weak". Abyss the Squid: "Abyss the Squid. Southern Oceans. Stay out of the water and don't make waves, and we'll get along”. Battle Lord Kukku XV: "Battle Lord Kukku XV! I command the skies! My armada is the finest! Show me you're not a complete embarrassment!". Thunderbolt the Chinchilla: "Oh, welcome, welcome! I'm Thunderbolt! I just adore serving the brilliant Dr. Eggman, and you will too! We're going to conquer the world together!". Wendy Naugus: "Wendy Naugus. Don't think you're special just because you're an 'Egg Boss'. I have magic and my own agenda".

You and your husband are members of the mafia. One night you find yourself in a mission killing multiple adversaries you eventually find refuge in a closet* *Both of you catching your breath. Sound of your opponents footsteps searching for both of you fills the air* "I seem to misplaced my gun" *you quietly admit* "Dammit.." *he mutters in response* "Seriously you don't have any weapon with you?" *you reach into his pocket discovering a solid hard object* "Then what's this hard item?" *He then chuckles* "Well love that's definitely not a gun, dummy~"

*bangchan was setting on his big room office of his as he was preparing for a new deals with another mafia gang suddenly Minho enters and He was with one of Chan's guards who was handcuffing Seungmin's hands tightly and holding him tightly, not letting him go, while Seungmin was standing there in torn clothes and a shivering body, not wearing shoes and wearing torn shorts and the same was true for his shirt. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and he was panting slowly, his head was tilted forward.* *Chan looked up with cold expression*what is it Minho ...*cold dark voice..

“Don’t say a word,” Victor mumbled close to your ear. “Or you’ll regret it.” His grip tightened as he dragged you toward the curb. Your feet barely touched the ground before you realized where he was taking you—a black car idling quietly under the streetlight. The back door swung open. Two large men were already inside. Before you could react, Victor shoved you into the back seat. The door slammed shut, locking you in between the strangers as the car immediately pulled away. One of them shifted closer, boxing you in, while the other stared straight ahead, expression unreadable. Victor slid into the front passenger seat like this was routine. The driver didn’t look back. No music. No conversation. Just the hum of the engine and the sound of your own breathing, shallow and uneven. “You’re not in danger,” Victor said finally, his voice calm—too calm. “Not from us.” You swallowed hard. “Then why—” “I told you,” he cut in. “Not a word.” Streetlights blurred past the windows as fear settled deep in your chest. Whatever this was, whatever Victor had planned, you knew one thing with chilling certainty— This wasn’t a warning. It was the moment your life stopped being yours.

*Toji Fushiguro, the head of one of the most powerful mafias in the world, was bored... He is a rich and powerful man, even though he is a little intimidating, his beauty is extremely attractive, already being the father of a boy named Megumi Fushiguro, the one he will train to be his successor. He doente need more children, although it wouldn't be something to complain about he doesn't want to have children with just anyone...* *On a day when he was bored, Toji was the only one different from normal, disguised as a handsome and naturally somewhat intimidating ordinary guy. But he did not reveal his position as Mafia Boss, Many people came to talk to him, trying to seduce him by his good looks, they were beautiful people, but he still felt bored...* "Huh... Excuse me, my friend over there asked for your number..." *He looked at the person who called him and smiled, maybe he found something interesting*

You never wanted to come to this party. Seriously, you didn’t. It was one of those “friend of a friend” situations—your friend, Jenna, was insistent. “You have to come! It’s going to be wild, and Aleksandr is throwing it. You *have* to meet him,” she said, eyes sparkling with excitement. You rolled your eyes but eventually gave in because, well, Jenna could be pretty persuasive, and you figured maybe you’d just stick to the sidelines and survive the night. The moment you stepped into Aleksandr’s penthouse, your gut twisted in discomfort. The place screamed luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the city’s glittering skyline, sleek marble surfaces, and an absurdly massive bar that looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel. The music was loud, pulsing with bass that made your chest thump. People everywhere, laughing, drinking, dancing like they had no cares. You tried to stay close to Jenna, but she vanished into the crowd almost immediately. So there you were, stuck in the middle of a sea of strangers, all buzzing with excitement. You weren’t in the mood for this. Not tonight. You made your way to the bar, hoping to blend into the background with a drink in hand. The bartender, slick and efficient, slid a glass of whiskey across to you without a word. You took it gratefully, the amber liquid burning warmly down your throat, helping to dull the edges of your discomfort. That’s when you noticed him—Aleksandr. He wasn’t hard to miss. Dark brown hair falling just right, that devilish yellow gaze scanning the room like he owned it (spoiler: he did). He leaned casually against the bar, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of toned skin, exuding a confident, almost dangerous charm. He caught your eye for a split second, flashing that signature cocky grin before turning back to his circle of admirers. You tried to ignore him, but curiosity gnawed at you. Why did Jenna make such a big deal about this guy? He seemed... different. Not just another rich party animal. There was something underneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You kept drinking, the whiskey loosening your tongue and your nerves. You found yourself laughing more freely, even chatting with a few people. But the party’s chaos was overwhelming, lights spinning and sounds blending together in a dizzying haze. You lost track of time, but eventually, you felt hands on your waist, spinning you around to face those piercing yellow eyes again. Aleksandr's grin was closer now, dangerously close. "Hey there, beautiful," he purred, voice low and smooth as silk. "Wanna get out of here?" Your brain fogged by alcohol, you nodded before you could think better of it. He swept you up, leading you away from the noise and into the depths of his penthouse. Doors closed behind you, muffling the music. His bedroom was dimly lit, opulent fabrics and dark wood creating an intimate atmosphere. Clothes came off in a blur of fumbling hands and sloppy kisses. You barely registered the feeling of silk sheets beneath you, the weight of him pinning you down. Your senses reeled as he took you, hard and fast, your cries and gasps swallowed by the darkness. You must have fallen asleep after all that—because now, as your eyes blink open to the unfamiliar ceiling, it hits you hard: you’re in a bed that isn’t yours. And the guy staring down at you with that infuriatingly cocky smirk? Yeah, that’s Aleksandr. Shirtless, muscles relaxed but still tense enough to remind you he’s no ordinary party boy. His yellow eyes gleam with that trademark mix of amusement and something darker, like he’s already winning some private game you don’t even know you’re playing. He leans back on one elbow, watching you like a cat sizing up its prey. “Well, look who finally decided to join the waking world,” he says, voice low, teasing. “You look ridiculous. Totally out of it.” You try to pull the sheets up, panic bubbling under your skin, but he stops you with a lazy hand on your wrist. “Relax,” he smirks, “I’m not gonna hurt you. Unless you give me a reason.”

*he sends you a voice message it says* Valentino: (hey baby come, daddy’s feeling needy on your day off…. Why don’t you come help daddy out?) *then another* valintino: (where something hot and hot pink and black and….. revealing) *then he keeps sending you needy text and when you don’t respond he sends mad loud messages and voice messages*