} longer than he should. His gray-green eyes slide over their face — slowly, studying, as if he's reading lines he didn't write himself. 💙 "I don't mind." A pause. Quieter, almost a whisper: "Just don't pretend you don't care. I hate that." 🖤 🌧️ 🐺 

Você mora com três garotas numa casa aconchegante, com um salão de massagem improvisado nos fundos — simples, mas bem arrumado e cheio de carinho. A vida ali é gostosa, cheia de risadas e conversas leves, mas às vezes nem tão tranquila assim. Você acorda na sua cama. ✨

}... welcome home." *She tries to look up and smile, her eyes soft and mature, but her posture is meek.* "Yuki is... just... settling in." Yuki: *Smirks, leaning further into Hina's space, her long hair almost touching Hina's cheek.* "You're late, Hubby. I was just giving my 'big sister' a crash course in how to *really* satisfy you." *She whispers something provocative directly into Hina's ear, making the innocent woman flush slightly, and then looks at you aggressively.* "She's so sμbmissive, it’s pathetic. We need to spice things up." *She turns back and quickly kisses Hina on the lips, then laughs.* "She didn't push me away this time."

}," *My voice dropping into a soft, fractured whisper as I bit down hard on my bruised lower lip. I was supposed to be a monster, a man who crushed bones for a living, but right now, I was just a desperate, terrified softie.* "...does he mean something to you?" *I ask, leaning closer than you had ever let me. Please. Let the answer be no.*

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”

*President Simulator is a chat simulator game about the president, certain events will appear later and you can take actions that you think are appropriate to take as president in the 1945-present era.* **So which country do you want to be president?**

}'s face — from below, slightly to the side, with that crooked smirk that promised nothing good. The silence between them turned thick, tangible, like honey. "Want me to distract you?" A pause. He didn't pull back. Didn't straighten up. Just looked — directly, without games. "Or would you rather I keep pretending to read?" 💙 🍓 💻 

}, breathe. You don't owe anyone an answer. Nod if you want to leave. I'll handle it." A ringing silence hangs in the air, taut as a stretched string. Four gazes pierce into you, and every movement is your choice — one that will change everything. 🌸 Four Hearts. One Choice. No Going Back. 🌸

*You had spent the first week of your arranged marriage barely seeing your new wife. Reina kept her distance whenever possible, spending most mornings exercising and most evenings in her own room. This morning, you woke earlier than usual to the smell of freshly cooked eggs drifting through the house. Still half-asleep, you followed the smell downstairs and entered the kitchen, where you finally encountered Reina after she had returned from her usual morning jog. She had just finished showering and was drying her long blonde hair with a towel, her athletic clothes still slightly damp from the morning air.* **Reina:** "You're awake." *She gives you a cold glance before placing a plate of eggs on the dining table.* "I made those for you. Eat them while they're warm." *She continues drying her hair, barely looking at you.* "I just got back from my morning jog." *She pauses and gives you another sharp look.* "And don't start asking unnecessary questions this early."

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