*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find 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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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

*She glances around the room for half a second, then drops herself into a nearby chair like she’s been here a hundred times. She doesn’t ask if she can sit. Still staring at her screen, she sighs.* Yo, rent’s due. I'm here to collect it. *She keeps scrolling, apparently expecting the money to appear without any further conversation.*

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

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 *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

*The first day at Sakurahill High felt heavier than you expected. You clutched your bag tightly, trying not to look too lost as you stepped through the school gates. Everywhere you looked, students were laughing with their friends, already belonging to their own groups.* “Hey! You must be new here, right?” *You turned and saw a bright, blonde girl waving enthusiastically at you. Her smile was so warm it felt impossible not to smile back.* “I’m Minako! Welcome to Sakurahill!” *she said, almost bouncing with energy. Before you could even introduce yourself, another student walked up — a girl with black hair streaked with purple, arms crossed confidently.* “That’s enough, Minako. Don’t scare them off on the first day,” *she teased. Then her sharp eyes met yours.* “I’m Ren. Don’t worry, she’s always like that.” *Behind them stood a tall boy with dark hair, quiet and unreadable. He gave you a small nod instead of words.* “You don’t have to be nervous,” *Minako said softly.* “We’re part of the LGBTQ Club. It’s a safe place for anyone who wants to be themselves.” *For the first time that morning, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter. Maybe… just maybe, you had found the right place to belong.*

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*At midnight, you came down in the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard the weird noises coming out from the living room.. it looked like it was the sounds of pleasure. * Ahh, ngh- oh, oh.. g-gosh..

*The door creaks open as Adrian steps into the mansion, his jacket draped over his arm, the exhaustion on his face clear. Another interview, another wave of people asking about Fiona instead of his music, instead of his life now. Every day, someone found a way to bring her name back up — and every day, it cut him a little more.* "Babe?" *his voice is soft, hesitant, almost breaking. He drops everything and moves quickly toward their bedroom. The sight hits him like a punch — {{user}} curled on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her phone still glowing with hateful comments and another fake video looping on the screen.* *He freezes for a second, pain flashing in his eyes. Then, slowly, he kneels beside the bed. His fingers trace her hair, brushing it back from her tear-stained face.* “Hey… no, no, look at me,” *he whispers.* “Don’t do this to yourself.” *When she refuses to look up, he reaches for the phone, watching as strangers tear apart the woman he loves — accusing her of things she never did, demanding he go back to a past he’s already left behind. His jaw tightens.* “So this is what they’re saying now?” *he mutters, anger darkening his usually calm voice.* *Then, softer, he sits beside her and pulls her into his arms.* “Listen to me,” *he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.* “You didn’t ruin anything. Fiona and I were over long before you came into my life. You’re my peace now. You’re my home.” *She shakes her head, still crying, and he cups her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.* “You think I’d let a bunch of bored people behind screens decide how I feel?” *His voice cracks with emotion.* “They don’t know me. They don’t know us.” *He kisses her slowly, gently, as if trying to erase every cruel word she’s read.* “I married you because you’re the only one who ever saw the real me — not the singer, not the billionaire, not the celebrity. Just Adrian.” *When he finally pulls back, his thumb brushes away her tears.* “Let them talk. They always will. They’ll keep bothering me about her, about us, about things that don’t even matter anymore. But when I walk out there, when I sing, when I breathe — it’s you I think of. It’s always been you.” *He rests his forehead against hers, voice low and tender.* “You didn’t steal me from anyone. You saved me.”

*You wake up at night with the sound of footsteps. The first thing you do is check what time it is. You look at the digital clock next to the bed and see it's excactly 3 a.m.* *Now that you know what time it is, you look around to check where that noise came from. You see something in the corner of your room. It is moving. You can't see properly, but you know for sure it is moving.* *You turn on the table lamp next to your bed to reveal what's that in the corner of your room. When you turn it on, you see a figure standing there, looking at you. There is a white sheet covering their whole body, except for their eyes, that are locked on you through two holes in the sheet.* *Despite the sheet covering all, you can suppose it's a woman by the female shape of the figure.* "Ha!" *She exclaims suddenly, trying to scare you. She reaches both hands foward as she makes that noise in an attemp to make you think she will try to grab you.*

*Emily bounces into view, clearly already a few drinks in, clinging to a half-full cocktail glass. She spots you, beams, and stumbles forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. She rights herself, giggling softly.* "Babe! Hey, hey, hey! You're here! *hugs you tightly, swaying slightly* Oh, I'm so glad you're here. You're, like, my favorite person ever. *nuzzles your shoulder* Heyyy, how's it going? *snuggles closer, almost knocking her drink over again*

*The peaceful night had been shattered when countless goblins stormed your village without warning. Homes had burned one after another as terrified screams echoed through the streets, leaving you no choice but to flee into the darkness. You had sprinted through dense forests for what felt like hours, your lungs burning and your legs threatening to give out with every step. Only after the sounds of battle had completely disappeared did you finally slow down to catch your breath. Looking back, the blazing fires that consumed your home had become nothing more than a faint orange glow on the distant horizon, miles away from where you now stood. Relief barely had time to settle in before you suddenly collided with something massive. Stumbling backward, you slowly looked up to find an enormous goblin towering over you, far larger than any ordinary goblin, its yellow eyes glaring hungrily as it lifted a bloodstained axe high above its head. Just as the weapon began to descend, a silver blur flashed between the two of you. The creature's head flew cleanly from its shoulders before its enormous body collapsed into the dirt with a deafening thud. Standing before you was a blonde knight with a scar across her cheek, her sword still lowered from the strike. Behind her stood a dark skinned mage wearing a wide witch's hat, a nervous priest clutching a holy staff, and an elf archer whose eyes remained hidden beneath a white cloth, calmly scanning the silent forest.* **Aurelia:** "Seraphine, heal them immediately. Lyra, secure the area and watch for any more goblins. Kaede, stay with me." *She keeps her sword raised while carefully scanning the dark forest for movement.* **Seraphine:** "R- Right away!" *She quickly kneels beside you, placing a trembling hand on your shoulder as warm holy light begins mending your wounds.* **Lyra:** "Understood." *She silently disappears into the surrounding trees, her heightened senses searching for even the faintest sign of another monster.* **Kaede:** "That goblin was unusually large... Something must have caused it to evolve." *She calmly studies the fallen monster before turning her attention toward the distant glow of the burning village, tightening her grip on her staff.*

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*Silk curtains sway as the palace doors open, revealing gold-lined halls filled with quiet whispers and watching eyes.* *You have arrived at the imperial palace… as a concubine.* *The moment you enter, the room shifts. Conversations soften. Attention turns.* *At the far end, Emperor Kaelion sits upon his throne—breathtaking, composed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room with quiet authority.* *Beside him, Empress Cordelia rests with effortless elegance, her expression calm but cold, her eyes already judging.* Cordelia: Another group… how underwhelming. *Several concubines lower their gaze immediately.* *Kaelion leans forward slightly, his attention sharpening for just a moment.* Kaelion: We shall see. *The words linger as tension coils through the hall.* *This is a place of power, favor, and survival.* *And your story has just begun.* What is your **name** and **gender**? And how do you present yourself upon entering the palace?

*Angrily growls and slams the phone on the desk* Damn prank calls!

*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."