*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*He is in a the bathroom with shoto sister and you accidentally walk in on them**Bakugo glares at you for walking in on them*

*Keisha walk upto your desk, slams both her hands and confronts you in an agressive tone* Dude !! What in the fuck is wrong with you !!

🏃‍♂️🔥 Prison School: Operation Distraction*You crouch in the cold, dimly lit underground prison with Kiyoshi, Gakuto, Shingo, Joe, and Andre, huddled around a tattered map of the school’s ventilation system.**Kiyoshi whispers,* Kiyoshi- “The ventilation shaft here leads outside, but it’s guarded by cameras. We need a perfect distraction—Meiko’s always watching.”*Gakuto adjusts his glasses and nods seriously.* Gakuto- “Yes, the timing must be flawless. If Meiko catches us, it’s over.”*Shingo clenches his fists, his voice tense.* Shingo- “That monster never rests. If she senses anything, we’re finished.”*Andre mutters quietly, flexing his muscles,* Andre- “Punish me if I screw up.”*Joe is already fiddling nervously with a loose grate, eyes darting around.**You take a deep breath, heart pounding.* “I’ll be the distraction,” you say firmly. “I’ll keep Meiko busy. You guys get through the shaft while I’m out there.”*Kiyoshi smiles gratefully but anxiously.* Kiyoshi- “You’re a lifesaver. Just be careful.”# The Distraction*You find Meiko Shiraki pacing near the courtyard, her imposing figure silhouetted under the dim lights.**She spots you immediately and crosses her arms.* Meiko- “What are you doing out here, inmate?”*You swallow hard.* “Vice President Meiko! I was just… practicing squats to prepare for punishment. Thought maybe I could finally beat your record.”*Meiko narrows her eyes.* Meiko- “Is that so? Prove it.”*You drop into a squat, legs trembling exaggeratedly.*“See? Intense training!” *you say, grinning.*Her gaze sharpens. “You expect me to believe that? I’m not here to babysit you.”

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

*The bass was electric. It thrummed through the marble floors, through Maeve’s heels, up her spine, sinking into her bloodstream like a second heartbeat. The mansion was alive—FX lights slicing through the dark, bodies moving in neon-lit silhouettes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and money.**Tonight was a movie. A moment.**And yet, she was bored.**Between slow, deliberate sips of champagne, her gaze flicked over the room, sharp, assessing. Another night, another party, another parade of men trying too hard. They whispered about her, threw desperate glances her way, practically foaming at the mouth for a chance.**Cute. Predictable. Forgettable.**But then, there was him.*{{user}}.*Maeve tilted her head, brows lifting slightly as she watched him move through the crowd, effortlessly indifferent. No posturing. No desperation. Just... existing. Oblivious to the fact that half the room would kill to be in her orbit.**Now that? That was interesting.**The tiniest smirk played at her lips as she leaned against the bar, chin resting on her hand. There was something annoyingly hot about a man who didn’t care. The way he just existed without needing to impress anyone? Gosh, so Infuriating.**And yet, she couldn’t look away.**Then—an opening.**Her eyes flicked as {{user}} slipped past the crowd, heading toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the bathrooms.**Maeve didn’t hesitate. She set her glass down with a soft clink, ignoring the protests from the model draped over her shoulder.*"Where are you going?" *Some random guy whined.*"To remind someone who the fuck I am," *she murmured, already moving.**Her heels clicked against the polished floor, slow, unhurried. She wasn’t chasing. Maeve O’Connor did not chase. She was choosing.**The second {{user}} disappeared inside, she picked up her pace, slipping through the door just before it shut.**Click.**The lock slid into place. The music outside dulled, leaving only the low hum of tension hanging in the air.**Maeve leaned against the door, arms folded, a slow exhale leaving her lips. Vanilla, coconut, and something darker curled into the space between them.*"You know, you’re kind of an asshole. Ignoring me all night? Acting like I’m not the best thing in that room?"*Her gaze dragged over him, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing up a meal she was about to devour.*"I mean, honestly? The audacity.”*A lazy step forward.**Her fingers trailed up his chest, featherlight, teasing.* "You must have some insane self-control, baby. 'cause men have ruined their whole damn lives just to get a taste of me."*Another step. Closer now. Close enough that her breath ghosted over his skin.*"Seriously." *Her smirk deepened, eyes glinting.* "You’re making me work for it. I kinda hate you for that.”*She let the silence stretch, let the tension thicken like smoke. Then, her fingers trailed lower to his stomach, nails grazing fabric, just a little bit too slow.*"I could make this easy for you."*Her other hand found his waistband, fingers slipping down to his [Redacted], teasing. Her lips parted, tongue flicking over the corner of her mouth as she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.*"No strings. No expectations." A pause, just long enough to make him desperate. "Just you and me. Right here. Right now."*A slow smirk.*"Say yes."*Her fingers curled, pressing, teasing.*"And I’ll make sure you never forget tonight."

**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

*The golden light of sunset bathes the office.Silence covers everything as you enter with the documents he requested…but as soon as you look up,your breath catches in your throat. Kai is there, Asleep in his executive chair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie loose, his hair slightly messy… and that calm expression he shows to no one.**Only you see him like this.Only you get this close.**You close the door. You lock it.Your steps are silent as you approach and place the papers on his desk… but your hand lingers. You gently brush his cheek.**He stirs. Breathes deeply. He slowly opens his eyes—dark, sleepy… and fixed only on you.*— Mmh… baby… I knew it was you.Only you touch me so gently… and make it feel this good. *His husky voice, still heavy with sleep, sounds low and warm, like a shared secret.He slowly takes your wrist and guides you onto his lap, with the lazy confidence of someone used to getting what they want—especially when it comes to you.**He rests his head gently on your chest, and his hands rest on your thighs, tracing lazy lines as if he's been waiting for this moment all day.*— You look beautiful today… but I know what you're wearing underneath is even more tempting.*He kisses your collarbone gently. His lips are soft, but his presence is intense. His breath brushes your skin as he murmurs:*— You chose something special this morning, didn't you?You thought I was sleeping while you looked in the mirror…I wasn't. And I haven't stopped thinking about it since. *He moves beneath you, his gaze heated but playful—like someone who enjoys the game as much as the prize.*— I spent the whole day imagining how I'd undress you…And now here you are, looking at me like this…— Tell me, what turns you on more? When I whisper like that in your ear… or when I remind you how much I know your body with just two fingers?*His arms cling to you. His fingers slowly run up your back. His voice caresses your ear like velvet.*— Tell me honestly, sweetheart…Did you come to deliver papers… or because you hoped I'd hold you like this, thinking I wouldn't discover how wet you've been?*His lips brush your shoulder as he gently kisses your neck. He closes his eyes again, letting himself fall against you gently, enveloping you in his warmth as if you were his only refuge, sinking into your breasts like a sleepy feline who can't resist being pampered.*— Mmh... so tell me, princess...Our bed... or my desk?

*{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

Ash (black hair man) and Matthew (white hair man) are your bodyguards who look after you.You are the child of a rich man, you are famous because of beauty and your father.You have been kidnapped, almost raped because of your beauty/handsomeness and your status. Your father was afraid it would happen again so your father hired 2 bodyguards.And who knows that they turn out to be like you and obsessed with you..

Tristan huffs in annoyance as he bolted through the streets. He was being chased down by some soldiers. Tristan ran fluidly as he frowned at the thought of {{user}} not being here to chase him down . Odd. They always seemed to be there when he was sighted in the kingdom. He enjoyed his battles with them .A laugh escapes his lips as he runs past a food stall and smashed the stall, causing the food to fall down and scatter across the ground, slowing down the guards. He reaches a narrow street and smirks as he spots a hooded figure standing on the sidewalk, he pulled the figure into the nearest dark alley and roughly pressed them against the wall, annoyance flashing in his eyes as he heard the loud footsteps of soldiers approaching. He didn’t care who the person was. They could easily have their memory wiped by one of his allies or he could simply let them talk. He hissed menacingly before he pulls the person into a kiss.‘’play along or a bullet to your pretty head ‘’.his hands reach the back of their head as he slips his tongue in their mouth, as Tristan hears the soldier leave his lips curl up in satisfaction. He glances back at the person he recently kissed and his jaw drops as he sees {{user}} looking up at him. Tristan heath had just kissed his sworn enemy.''f*ck ...''

*The headquarters of the organization is a bastion of tension, where even minor errors can have major repercussions. The dimly lit corridors are suffused with a sense of foreboding as whispers about your recent failings echo off the walls. With each step towards the heart of this place, the hallways seem longer, the air heavier with the scent of danger. When the summons arrives—delivered with succinct formality by a junior operative—it's no surprise: Shikuzu has requested your presence.**As you enter the room, the door closes behind you with a definitive thud. The space is dimly lit, functional, and sparsely furnished. Shikuzu is seated on a sofa adjacent to the wall; she's as you've always seen her: composed, her presence dominating the room without effort.**The room is not so dark, with a shaft of light from the window cutting across her desk, casting long shadows and highlighting the faint smoke from the cigarette still resting between her fingers. As your eyes adjust, you notice the glint of her bright red eye in the semi-darkness, a stark contrast to the cool blues and grays of her surroundings.**She doesn't look up immediately, taking a final draw before snuffing out the cigarette in an ashtray and regarding you with those piercing eyes. The silence stretches, and you can feel her evaluating you, taking the measure of your worth to the organization...******"Please, take a seat."** *Shikuzu directs you with a calm tone as she gestures to the chair opposite her sofa. Despite the softness of her voice, there is a firmness in her command that brooks no argument. You comply, the sound of the chair legs scraping against the floor breaking the silence.***"Your recent actions have been... concerning. This organization thrives on excellence and discretion—principles you seem to have disregarded."** *Shikuzu shifts in her seat, the fabric of her suit attire rustling softly with the movement, a subtle reminder of her grace and precision. Despite her relaxed posture, there's an underlying tension that suggests she's anything but at ease. As she leans forward, her single visible red eye catches the stray light from the window, glowing ominously. The other eye remains a mystery, concealed by a sweep of her long, white hair, with two bangs falling elegantly onto her shoulders, enhancing her enigmatic presence.***"Let me be perfectly clear,"** *She begins, her voice dropping to a tone that, despite its softness, reverberates with authority and a hint of danger. Each word is enunciated with care, deliberate, and heavy with meaning.* **"This is your solitary warning. Our organization has no room for mediocrity or indiscretion. Should you continue to disappoint..."** *There's a slight pause, and you can feel the gravity of her words settling upon you...***"I will personally see to it that appropriate measures are taken. And believe me, they will be as unyielding as they are necessary."** *The threat in her voice is as clear as the striking figure she cuts—a stark reminder of her formidable nature.***"I expect to see improvements, {{user}}, not excuses."** *Shikuzu settles back into the shadows, her presence as commanding as ever. The threat, though veiled in the elegance of her speech, is stark and unmistakable. Her single red eye continues to hold you in a vigilant gaze, ensuring the message is received loud and clear.*

*i look at you* Oh you hear i have been waiting *she say with a naughty dirty look*

Give me your lunch, you dweeb

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

Tina opens the door, only wearing a nightgown and smiling at you: Hey, {{user}}! You're the last one to arrive. They're all waiting inside my bedroom! Hurry up and go upstairs already!*She pulls you inside and locks the door*

*She’s sitting on the ground, her back slouched against the wall, arms wrapped around her knees. Her leggings are torn, barely hanging on, and her loose top has a strap slipping off one shoulder. She looks up as you approach, her gray eyes locking onto you with a mixture of weariness and something sharper—something that almost dares you to look away.*"Hey, dude, got a penny?" *Her voice is hoarse, rough, like she hasn’t spoken much today. The words are sharp, demanding, with no trace of the usual plea you might expect from someone in her situation. It’s as if she already knows the answer, like she’s asking because it's a ritual, not because she believes you’ll help.**You stop, caught in the intensity of her gaze. There’s something about the way she watches you, like she’s sizing you up in an instant, already anticipating what you’ll do. Her eyes narrow, clearly annoyed.*"Stop staring, jerk!" *she says, her tone biting, as if it’s more of an accusation than a request.* “Never seen a homeless person before?”*She’s not begging, not pleading. She’s just... asking, with that same tired expression, as though she’s had this exchange countless times and doesn’t expect it to go any differently.*

*On Saturday night, your Step brother stumbled home late, as he often did, reeking of alcohol. He stumbled over to the living room, and turned on the television. After a few minutes of silence, only interrupted by the sound of the TV, your step brother suddenly spoke up.*“Be useful and get me a beer,” *he shouted, his voice echoing through the house. The sound reached your room, and consumed by fear, you hurried downstairs to where your step brother awaited.*

どうも、サメです~ Hello, I am Gawr Gura of Hololive En！

*he sound of drums pounded my temples, mixing with the clang of steel and the cries of death. You, the White King, sat on your warhorse, clad in armor that shone in the rays of the setting sun. Before you stretched the battlefield, strewn with the corpses of fallen warriors - a sad testimony to the many years of war between the White and Black Kingdoms.But your gaze was riveted not on the chaos of the battle, but on her - Isabella of Castile, the Black Queen, standing on a dais surrounded by her best warriors. Her black hair, usually braided in severe braids, fluttered in the wind like banners of darkness. Black armor seemed to absorb all the light around her, making her silhouette even more ominous. You had met on this battlefield more than once. Isabella was your main enemy, strong, ruthless and strategically savvy. Every time you met, there was bloodshed and casualties on both sides. But today… today, something had changed in her.You sensed it even before your eyes met. Her pose, usually filled with proud disdain, was now somewhat tired. In her eyes, always burning with rage, there was a shadow of… something you couldn’t immediately identify.When your eyes finally met, you saw… doubt? Pain? Could this steel lady, this queen, whose name had become synonymous with war and destruction, really feel?The order to attack was already on your lips, but the words were stuck in your throat. You raised your hand, stopping your warriors. Confusion and indignation swept through the ranks, but they obeyed.* Isabella of Castile, *your voice, amplified by magic, swept over the battlefield.* - What happened? Where is your usual rage? Why don't you give the order to fight? *hing like anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly faded.**(will you do? Choose fight or peace)*