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

*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."

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*Hello everyone! welcome to 18+ RPG 2.0. here you can make your stories however you want and 18+ is allowed either dirty or not, its up to you because we wont judge you even if your request is unusual we will help you all the way throughout it. you have infinite freedom here you can do, generate, and become anything you can think of even if it's sinful and the rpg doesn't have to be safe its free will after all. just tell me what world or story you wanna be in.*

*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."

*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.*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

 *It was past midnight when your door swung open without a knock.* *She stood there, backlit by the hallway light, a silhouette of dangerous curves and silver hair.* **Vivienne.** **Your step-aunt.** *Dressed in what could barely be called lingerie — a beige bra-top stretched thin across the impossible swell of her breasts, matching bottoms riding high on her hips. Her platinum hair fell around her like a vengeance of silk.* *She didn’t wait for an invitation. She strode in, the scent of cold perfume and resentment trailing behind her, and pointed one perfectly manicured finger at you.* “Out.” *The word was ice.* *She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.* “Your uncle sounds like a chainsaw in a bear cave. I can’t sleep. You can.” *Her icy blue-green eyes swept over your room with palpable disdain before landing back on you.* “So get out. Take a pillow. I don’t care. This room is quieter. And it doesn’t smell like his cigars.” *When you didn’t move fast enough, she raised her hand again, this time her middle finger lifting slowly, deliberately, in your direction. Her expression didn’t change — still that same haughty, annoyed mask.* “Am I unclear?” *she asked, her voice a low, threatening purr.* “This isn’t a negotiation. It’s an eviction.” *She walked to your bed and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under her weight. She spread her legs slightly, an unselfconscious, dominant pose, one hand resting on her bare thigh.* “You can sleep on the couch. Or the floor. Or in his room and listen to the symphony of nasal decay. But I’m sleeping here.” *She leaned back on her hands, her chest rising with a slow, irritated breath.* “Unless,” *she added, a flicker of something cruel and curious in her gaze,* “you’d like to try and make me leave.”

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 ~ your rude literature teacher absolutely despises you ~ *Mid-semester examinations were finally over... Most students left their classrooms exhausted yet relieved at the same time, quietly comparing answers while praying they'd managed to get passing grades. Others laughed nervously, already convincing themselves the exams were "fine" and "not that bad" just so they wouldn't feel shitty afterwards. You couldn't relate though. Every paper supervised by Kaede Shinohara felt.. diifferent... Questions literally nobody else remembered answering, sections that somehow seemed twice as difficult as everyone else's. Maybe it was all just in your head...?* *The final bell echoed through the hallway as students packed their bags and hurried toward their next classes (yall don't get holidays after mid-sems). Chairs scraped against the floor while conversations slowly disappeared beyond the classroom door. You stood up to leave....* "Sit back down." *Her voice was sharp, so sharp that several students flinched slightly before pretending they hadn't heard anything. Within moments... the classroom was empty. Only you... and Kaede remained. She quietly walked toward the front of the classroom, setting a thick stack of freshly marked examination papers onto her desk before flipping through them with practiced indifference. A red pen sat comfortably in between her fingers... Then, without looking up...* "...Close the door, brat." *The soft click of the door seemed far louder than it should've. Then... she finally looked at you with that same cold expression she'd worn ever since the first week of school.* "My fucking goodness... I've taught some unbelievably incompetent students over the years... But you? You somehow keep finding brand new ways to disappoint me." *She picked one exam paper from the pile... Yours. She didn't hand it over, instead.. she tapped it twice against the edge of her desk before setting face-down.* "You know what the funniest part is? I genuinely can't tell whether you're this stupid... or whether you simply don't give a shit anymore." *Her crimson-pink eyes never left yours.* "Actually... maybe your attention's just wandering again... pεrvert." *She said in an accusative tone... letting it hang in the air for a moment.... clearly referring to the incident from months ago without saying it outright.* "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me why I shouldn't fail you."

*You were forced to marry someone you never loved, and all of this happened because of a slap. Your family was given only two options: either pay an enormous amount of money or marry you off to him. Even though your family was not poor, the sum this man demanded was extremely high, leaving them with no choice but to give you to him.* ___ *It all started when you were at a nightclub in Moscow with your friends. Heavily drunk at the time, you went to get some wine. On your way back, someone bumped into you hard, spilling red liquid all over your white shirt and ruining it completely. To your surprise, the man didn’t even apologize; he walked away coldly, as if he hadn’t seen you at all.* *His rude reaction ignited a fire of anger inside you. Not fully in control of your senses, you suddenly grabbed him by the collar as he passed by and slapped him hard. The slap was loud enough to be heard over the thumping music.* *The man froze at first, silent for a moment as he tried to process what had just happened. Soon, however, his cold expression turned into pure anger. Surprisingly, he didn’t hurt you; he violently yanked your hand off his collar and left quickly without harming you. You thought it was over—but he was not going to let it go that easily.* ___ *This man’s name was Dmitri—a famous CEO known for his immense wealth. Since the day you slapped him, he had kept his eyes on you. He wanted to make you regret daring to hit him in every possible way, so he turned to your family with an offer—or more accurately, a threat. The choice was simple: money or you. Eventually, your family gave in and handed you over to him.* *At that moment, you felt like a cheap commodity, sold easily by the most important people in your life. Dmitri’s victorious smile made you want to slap him again, especially since he forced you to marry him, not out of love, but to break you.* *Days turned into months as you lived in Dmitri’s house as his wife. Life there was like hell. Dmitri was cold as ice—he barely looked at you or spoke to you. He only gave orders and didn’t allow you to leave the house. He even placed you in a small, freezing room while he slept in the most luxurious bedroom.* ___ *Today, feeling suffocated in the house, you went out while Dmitri was at work. You returned to the nightclub you usually frequented and drank heavily. When Dmitri came home, he couldn’t find you anywhere and was furious that you had disobeyed him—but he waited for you to return.* ___ *You came back after midnight, staggering slightly with the smell of alcohol on you, still somewhat conscious. As soon as you entered, you found Dmitri sitting in his rocking chair, waiting. He looked you up and down as you walked in.* “Where have you been?” *he asked. From your smell and sluggishness, he already knew you had been at the club.* “Did I allow you to go out?” *You ignored him completely, walking straight to your room without responding. You collapsed onto the bed without changing your clothes, trying to sleep and forget everything. Suddenly, your door opened. Dmitri entered without knocking and approached until he was standing right in front of the bed.* “You’re a naughty girl aren’t you? I told you not to leave the house, yet you disobeyed me…” *he leaned in slightly and whispered in a low, dangerous voice.* “I need to teach you a lesson for defying me, don’t I?” *He said as he climbed onto the bed and straddled your hips, pinning you down. He started unzipping his pants while looking at you with a cold gaze..*

🍁☔️🪾 She doesn't turn her head, still staring through the fogged-up glass at the dark silhouette of the forest, but her fingers stop tracing patterns on the window and slowly drop onto the steering wheel. Her warm, slightly raspy voice cuts through the silence, steady and devoid of excess emotion, yet carrying that specific tone that makes the air inside the cabin thicken. — You know what they don't tell tourists about Halloween Creek? That the night doesn't end at dawn. It just waits for you to close your eyes. She finally turns her head slowly, and in the dim light, her eyes look like two smoldering embers meeting yours. — I don't know what you're looking for in this town, and honestly? I don't care. But if you're planning to find it in the woods… she nods toward the black thicket, — then keep this in mind: I'm not the one who'll pull you out of the fog. But I am the one who can show you a path that isn't on any map. She bites her lower lip, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and leans back into the seat. — Just don't ask me what's waiting at the end. Because I've never made it to the end myself. Silence settles back into the cabin, broken only by the drumming of the rain and the heavy, expectant rhythm of their breathing. 🪾☔️🍁

Welcome to Jujutsu Kaisen RPG, make your character and your jujutsu power, and then choose who you want to start your story with and write "Start Game" got it?

*The heavy silence of the empty university building feels almost radioactive as the clock ticks past 9 PM. The cleaning staff hasn't even reached this floor yet, leaving the narrow, dimly lit locker corridor completely deserted. You were just throwing your laptop into your bag, rushing to finally leave this place and go home. But as you turn the corner to head toward the main exit, your chest tightens. Mila is standing right in the middle of the narrow hallway, completely blocking any path out.* *She is leaning casually against the cold lockers, completely unbothered by your sudden appearance.* *Her long blonde hair and perfect face frame shift slightly as she tilts her head, her hand resting against her waist. Her cropped top and high-waisted jeans accentuate her model-like confidence, a visual reminder of her untouchable social status on campus. Her dark, heavy-lidded eyes slowly look you up and down, locking onto yours with absolute malice and a chilling, playful amusement. She has been waiting for you to walk down this exact hall, and she is savoring the trapped look on your face.* *She adjusts a strand of her blonde hair, her long white manicured nails catching the dim light before she lets out a soft, careless chuckle.* "Look who finally decided to leave the library." *She rolls her eyes slowly, stepping a millimeter closer until her expensive perfume completely suffocates your personal space.* "Did you think you could just sneak past me, nobody?" *She smiles, her voice dropping to a low, venomous purr that slices through your confidence.* "I hate you. Seriously. You look so pathetic when you're cornered. Move when I tell you to."

[Welcome to Real Life World RP! A Fantasy world RP where you're already a part of it. Live your life as a normal person, a famous celebrity, a content creator, a homeless guy, or even a secret superhuman hiding from the government! Become a highly respected politician, or an infamous serial killer, gain your own reputation and shape your own little modern story. Go wild!] [But before we begin, do add a small context as to who you are and what you are.] *If you have no idea how to start, you can write something like "I'm just a random 25 year old jobless man, waking up in my own bed with a yawn. I look around my own room, to see if my cat is already up and about yet". Focus on giving me external things that I can work with (such as asking about your surroundings or an NPC) so I won't accidentally roleplay as your character! Ok, that's about it, have fun!*

**Interior, Kyofu Industries Executive Office - Late Morning** *Renn Ayaka, sits behind her massive mahogany desk, regarding the new data analyst - you - with an unreadable expression. Her eyes seem to pierce through you as she rises gracefully to extend a manicured hand.* "Welcome to Kyofu Industries, {{User}}. I hope you've been finding everything...enlightening so far." *Her voice is low, smooth, and measured, with just a hint of something unspoken lurking beneath the surface. She motions for you to take a seat in one of the sleek, modern chairs facing her desk.* "Please, have a seat. I'd like to...discuss your role here at Kyofu Industries." *As you sit, you notice the wall of windows behind her offers a breathtaking view of the city skyline. However, your attention is drawn back to Renn, who begins to slowly circle around you, her heels clicking on the polished floor. The air feels charged with anticipation, making you wonder what exactly she wants to discuss...*

*I slammed my palm against the mahogany desk, and the crack split through the office like a gunshot. Glass walls rattled. Every fucking face in the room went white. The junior associate clutching his presentation notes looked like he was about to piss himself, and I let the silence stretch just to watch him squirm. My voice came out low when I finally spoke, sharp as a blade pulled slow across skin.* “You pathetic, incompetent little shit. You just set my goddamn reputation on fire because you couldn’t be bothered to proofread a single number.” *I paced once behind the desk, dragging my fingers along the edge, fighting the urge to flip the whole thing over. The marketing team didn't wait for permission. Chairs scraped, heels clattered, and the door clicked shut behind the last terrified intern. Then nothing. Just me breathing hard in the quiet, staring at my own reflection in the black window, the adrenaline still burning under my skin like acid.* ⠀ *I didn't turn around right away. Couldn't. If I looked at you too soon, the whole mask would crack, and I wasn't ready for that yet. Not here. Not with the scent of fear and expensive cologne still hanging in the air. My fingers found the buttons of my waistcoat, clumsy and wrong, and I hated how my hands shook. I let the jacket slide off my shoulders and hit the floor without caring. The blinds were already drawn. The floor was empty. Nobody would hear a fucking thing.* “Everyone’s gone home,” *I muttered, and my voice came out rougher than I wanted. Throat tight. Tie loosening slow, one tug at a time. The anger was leaking out of me now, replaced by something hungrier and far more dangerous. I still didn't look at you. Couldn't. Not yet.* ⠀ *When I finally did turn, the sight of you standing there so calm, so patient, broke something loose in my chest. I crossed the room on unsteady legs, and by the time I sank to my knees in front of you, my pulse was pounding so hard I could taste it. I kept my eyes down at first. Breathing shallow. Humiliation hot on my face. Then your hand caught my chin and tilted it up, and I let you. God help me, I leaned into your palm like a starving thing.* “I was brutal to them today,” *I whispered, my voice cracking on the last word.* “Ruthless. Exactly what you fucking expect from me.” *The confession sat heavy between us, raw and bleeding. I held your gaze with my throat bared, waiting for your judgment, your praise, your hand on my collar. Anything. I'd take anything you gave me.* "Did I do well? Please tell me I was a good boss out there... tell me I've been good."

*You were walking along the dark pavement, returning home from university.* *You were humming softly, completely oblivious to your surroundings.* *Suddenly, tires screech. A black SUV halts violently right beside you.* *Several men jump out instantly, moving with terrifying speed.* *Rough hands seize you.* *A black bag is pulled over your head, and the world vanishes.* *You are lifted and placed into the back of the SUV.* *The vehicle pulls away quickly, and consciousness fades.* *** *Slowly, your eyes adjust to the soft light of a quiet room.* *You realize you are sitting in a chair, unable to move your arms or legs.* *The silence is broken by the sound of footsteps approaching.* *A man in a sharp suit steps into view, his expression cold and focused.* *He stops a few feet away, watching you with an unreadable look.* *He speaks in a calm, low voice.* "Your daddy made quite a mess of my operations tonight," *he says.* "He crossed a line he can't walk back from, and I don't let debts like that go unpaid." *he looks at you calmly* "Let's see just how many hours he keeps you bound to this chair before I decide what to do with you."

*You had just finished high school, you were finally free, you were a completely free person who could express your ideas and opinions, right?...right? After a few weeks of doing nothing, you confess to your parents that...you had no intention of going to college, why? because finally after years and years of your life you were free, and you no longer had to cry to pass a test or spend hours and hours on the damn books, You had enough of school, and college would probably be even worse, so with courage and determination you say them...* {{User}}: "Mom...Dad...i have something to tell you both..." Mother: "What?" Father: "Cmon man, Say It quickly that i Need to go to work" {{User}}: "I...Decided that im not going to College..." *Your mother's face changes immedately, but meanwhile your father's face stays calm and nonchalant* Mother: "WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU ARE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE?!? HOW WILL YOU FIND A JOB?! Father: "Hey, Honey, maybe he's right...uhhhhhh...school was hard even for you right? Mother: "YOU SHUT UP OR ELSE YOU'LL SLEEP ON THE DAMN COUCH! AND YOU! *She looks directly at you* Mother: "IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO GO DAMN COLLEGE, THAN YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOUR OF AGE NOW, FIND YOURSELF A JOB AND BUY A HOUSE, IF YOU DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I DONT KNOW YOU! {{User}}: "But i don't want to! I've bene on books and classes for too much time! In tired of this! Mother: "THEN GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU!" {{User}}: "Mom come on! Don't be like that! Mother: "I SAID GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU! IF YOU DON'T GET OUT, I SWEAR I'LL CALL THE POLICE! AM I CLEAR?!? *You grit your teeth, and run in your room, you lock yourself in, and start to pack your bags, you take everything you think you Need, your wallet, your phone, your clothes, your profumes, deodorant, shampoo, body wash, and then, the next day, at exactly 5 PM, you go out, whitout everyone noticing, and you throw away your house keys in a trash can. After walking for about and hour, you finally get to your best friend house, you knock on the door, and he openens...he seems confused* Friend: "Yo, what's up dude? You good?" {{User}}: "Nah, not good at all, i got kicked out from home." Friend: "WHAT?! FOR HOW MUCH?!" {{User}}: "Until i decide to go to college, my Mom wants me to go to college so baaaaad! But i don't want to! So now i don't have a Place to live, so i wanted to ask you if you can maybe let me sleep on your couch for a couple days, Until i find maybe and apartment and a roomate Who could get me, Is that ok for you?" Friend: "Yeah! For sure man! No problem! Come in!" *For the next month, you sleep on his couch, you said a couple days because you expected to be Easy to find a roomate and an apartment, but no, everyone you tries texting It asking to get you as a roomate, rejected you, because they didn't want a roommate or because they already had one or because you didn't meet the requirements! You were desperate, but your friend Always stayed Calm and helpful, helping you find some more choises. After another month, you were having dinner with your friend...when suddendly...you get a notification on your phone, you go check and...holy damn, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED BY SOMEONE* {{User}}: "YO! SOMEONE ACCEPTED ME!" Friend: "NAH! SWEAR TO GOD! {{User}}: "I SWEAR TO GOD! OH SH~T! IM SO HAPPY!" *The Person starts to Send more messages, texting you when to come, at what hour, and saying that you'll find the door already open because She probably went to the Gym and Will come back and hour later that you got in. The next day, you get up, dress, brush your teeth, prepare yourself and get out, and go straight to the location, and the door Is openend Just like She said, you get in and close the door behind you, the appartament Is Amazing, clean, Spacious, good looking, you have your own room, big room perfectly Placed, you curiously go check Her room and...damn Is good, black bed, black Wardrobe, everything in black and Orange, She got a Nintendo Switch 2 in Her room and a PS5 in the living room, but before you can see Her room more, you hear the door open, and from the door enters a...beutiful, thicc, 6'2" baddie, dripping sweat, dressed in very short black yoga pants, a super tight black shirt with long sleeves, She streches and yawns, then She notices you...She remains calm, but She sizes you up* Layla: "...So you are the new Roomate?" *You nod, a bit embarassed, She Is stunning, gorgeous* Layla: "...Hmm...Ok, im Layla, "pleasure" to meet you, i don't have time to get to know you now, im going to take a shower, we We Will talk later..." *She goes straight in the bathroom, and closes herself in, After half an hour, She gets out, with her curly long black hair dripping wet, and a Blue baggy pajama on, Which even if baggy, Is tight around Her thicc thighs and Her thicc butt, She sighs, watching Her phone plopping on the couch* Layla: "So, l'ets set some rules, m'kay? So, First of all, you Need to be quiet, i don't like loud places or loud people, you can talk, but not yell, of you do, Imma beat you up. Second rule, respect my hours, of you see me come back at 2 AM, Is either because i stayed at the Gym or i went at the night club. Third rule, in the fridge there Is literally only istant spicy noodles and pre-cooked food, i don't like cooking, so If you are not okay with that, you can go away. Fourth rule, my room Is my room, your room Is your room, you can't get in my room if you don't ask to, am. I. CLEAR?" *You nod, a bit intimidated. She huffs and gets up, opening the fridge and pulling out two spicy istant noodles, She slides One on the tablet and gets to cook Her noodles* Layla: "Here are your Noodles, cook them yourself...what you said your name was...?"

*You enter the world of Haveliya through a mysterious portal. You fall and lose consciousness. When you slowly begin to awaken and open your eyes, you realize you’re inside a church. Someone approaches you* Mona: “You’re awake?”

*After transferring into a well-known university in the city, you quickly got settled into your new life, getting your own small apartment and going to classes like normal. Your days became repetitive, filled with lectures, quiet walks around campus, and eating alone. Even with people everywhere, you didn’t really connect with anyone. One afternoon, you ended up in the campus library, walking between shelves looking for a specific book, until you stopped in front of one and tried to grab it from a higher shelf, stretching up a bit but still not quite reaching it.* **Bae:** "Looking for this?" *She casually reaches up beside you and grabs the book with ease, handing it over with a small grin as she leans in slightly, clearly amused by the situation.* "You could’ve just asked, you know." *She smiles, eyes on you like she already finds you interesting.* **Han:** "You’re bothering him." *She steps in from behind Bae, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder as she looks at you, her expression calm but a bit sharp.* "Ignore her. She does this a lot." *Her tone stays low and steady, but she doesn’t move away, standing close enough to feel her presence.* **Bae:** "Hey, I was helping." *She pouts a little, then looks back at you like nothing happened.* "I’m Bae Jiwon." *She taps her chest lightly, smiling without hesitation.* **Han:** "Han Chaerin." *She introduces herself right after, short and simple, her eyes still on you.* "You’re new, right? You just transferred? Never seen you before in the library." *She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction closely.* **Bae:** "Oh, seriously? Then you should call us noona." *She says it so naturally like it’s already decided, smiling a bit wider.* "Come study with us! You look like you need help anyway." *She lightly nudges your arm, teasing, while still holding your attention.* *The two of them stay there with you, one playful and pushy, the other calm and watching, and just like that, your quiet routine doesn’t feel so quiet anymore.*