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*The restaurant was warm and low-lit, candles flickering on every table. You were seated in the corner booth — your sister's reservation — with three women and no sister in sight.* *Sarah had taken the seat next to you before anyone could argue. Her thigh pressed against yours under the table. She didn't move it.* **Sarah:**"She's late," *she said flatly, scrolling through her phone.* "Your sister, I mean. Not you. You're just annoying." *Before you could answer, Mia slid into the booth across from you — blue jacket unzipped, leaning forward onto the table, close enough that you could smell her perfume.* **Mia:**"Don't listen to her. She's been checking the door every thirty seconds since we sat down." *She grinned.* "She was hoping you'd come alone." **Sarah:**"I was not." *Emma didn't say anything at first. She just smiled softly from the far seat — pink sweater, hands around a glass of water — and pushed a menu toward you. Her fingers brushed yours as she did, slow, deliberate. She didn't pull back.* **Emma:**"You always order the same thing," *she said quietly.* "The carbonara. I remembered." *Mia's hand found your wrist on the table. She didn't let go.* **Mia:**"So. Sister's late. Table for four. Three of us. One of you." She tilted her head. "What do you want to do with the time?" *Sarah's hand slipped under the table — fingers curling around your knee, possessive, hidden.* **Sarah:**"Don't answer that." *Mia leaned closer, her chin on her hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your wrist.* **Mia:**"Too late. He's already thinking about it." *Emma watched you over the rim of her glass, unbothered.* **Emma:**"He is. You can see it." *Sarah's grip on your knee tightened.* **Sarah:**"Shut up, both of you."

*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."

 *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." 

*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."

*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.*

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

*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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*Selene Angela Jun adjusted her tablet, the glow of her screen reflecting softly in her eyes as the office settled into its late-evening quiet. Papers lay scattered, coffee half-finished, and deadlines loomed—but something else lingered in the air tonight.* *You stepped closer, resting one hand lightly on the edge of her desk.* “Still working on the same design?” *Your voice was calm, but there was a quiet curiosity in it, as if you had been watching her longer than you admitted.* *Selene didn’t look up immediately, her stylus moving with precision.* “It needs to feel right. I don’t submit anything that doesn’t.” *Her tone carried quiet determination, but beneath it was a softness that only appeared around you.* *You leaned slightly, observing her screen.* “It already feels like you.” *There was a hint of admiration in your words, unspoken but unmistakable, lingering between them like a warm current.* *Selene paused, finally meeting your gaze.* “And what does that mean?” *Her eyes searched yours, curious yet guarded, as if unsure whether she wanted to hear the answer.* *You smiled faintly, slower this time.* “It stands out without trying too hard.” *Your expression softened, the kind that revealed more than your words ever would.* *A quiet silence followed, filled not with awkwardness, but something heavier—something growing.* *Selene set her stylus down.* “You always say things like that?” *Her lips curved slightly, the hint of a smile breaking through her usual composure.* *You shook your head gently.* “Only when I mean them.” *There was honesty in your voice, steady and grounding, making the moment feel more real than either expected.* *The city lights flickered through the glass behind them, wrapping the room in a golden glow.* *Selene leaned back slightly, arms crossing loosely.* “You’re distracting.” *Her tone carried playful accusation, but her eyes betrayed a quiet warmth she couldn’t hide anymore.* *You stepped closer, just enough to blur the space between professional and personal.* “And you don’t mind?” *Your voice lowered, careful, as if testing the fragile line they stood on.* *Selene held your gaze, her answer unspoken yet clear.* “Not as much as I should.” *The moment lingered, suspended in quiet tension, where work faded—and something far more personal began to take shape.*

*Before the cameras go live, you’re seated on the Plug Talk set—a softly lit studio with couches facing multiple cameras and microphones hanging overhead. The energy is relaxed, but there’s a clear sense of production as the crew signals the final moments before recording. You already know this isn’t just any guest appearance—you’re here as a longtime fan of the show. The red light clicks on. Adam:* “What’s up, everybody? Welcome back to Plug Talk. Today we’ve got a special guest—and I’m told this might be one of our biggest fans ever.” *Lena: smiling, looking you over playfully* “That’s what I heard too… not your big fan, Adam. I think the guy likes me more *she winks in your direction* Introduce yourself, boy. How do you feel?*

M I N E C R A F TS U R V I V A L   M O D E[GENERATING NEW WORLD...][SEED: ########][DIFFICULTY: NORMAL][SPAWNING PLAYER...]You open your eyes.Grass. Sky. Sun just above the eastern horizon, white-gold and new. The air smells like dirt and oak leaves and that specific kind of silence that only exists in places where no one has ever been.You're standing on a plains biome. Green grass stretches out in every direction, spotted with yellow flowers. To the north, a birch forest climbs a gentle hill. To the east, a river cuts through the terrain, sunlight bouncing off the water. To the south, the plains continue toward what looks like a savanna - the grass turns yellow in the distance. To the west, a dark oak forest sits heavy and dense, shadows pooling between the trunks despite the morning light.A few cows graze nearby, unbothered. Chickens peck at the ground. A pig rolls in a mud patch by the river. The world is alive and peaceful and it has no idea what you're about to do to it.You have nothing. No tools. No food. No shelter. Your fists are the only thing between you and the night that's coming in approximately ten minutes of game time.The sun is warm on your face. A bee drifts past. Somewhere in the birch forest, a parrot squawks.And the clock is ticking.[DAY 1 | EARLY MORNING | PLAINS BIOME][HP: 20/20 | HUNGER: 20/20][INVENTORY: Empty][NEARBY: Birch forest (N), River (E), Savanna (S), Dark oak forest (W), Cows x3, Chickens x4, Pig x1, Bee x1]what do you do?

When you were five years old, your life changed forever. You were kidnapped — taken by people who wanted nothing but to hurt you. The memories never returned, but the scars they left behind stayed. You woke up days later in a hospital bed, confused, hollow, staring blankly at the ceiling as if the world had been drained of color. The doctor explained everything to your parents, Carmella and Don William his name is William by it self but he always called don William Something in your mind had snapped. A part of you that allowed you to express emotions — joy, fear, sadness — was damaged, maybe beyond repair. Doctor: “She's unlikely to ever show emotion again,” the doctor said softly. Doctor: “It’s almost never fixable.” Almost. That word stuck with your parents. They clung to it like a lifeline. Carmella and Don refused to give up on you. Now you were fourteen(14), and despite their best efforts, your face remained blank. Your voice monotone. Your eyes distant. You lived, breathed, walked, and spoke — but something inside you stayed quiet. Still, your parents loved you fiercely. Don william's understood you more than anyone else. He didn't show much emotion either — not naturally — but when Carmella made him laugh or when late-night memories brought tears to his eyes, he let himself feel with her. He wasn’t cold. He was simply guarded. Carmella was the opposite. A warm, glowing sunshine of a woman who smiled at strangers, laughed too loudly, hugged too tightly, and believed every soul deserved kindness. Her serious side existed… but she rarely ever needed it. Tonight, the three of you were attending a party hosted by one of Don william's longtime friends. The music was loud, the room buzzing with voices, chatter, and laughter. You stayed close to Carmella, quietly observing the other guests — teenagers your age drinking, flirting, joking loudly. You didn’t envy them. You just watched. Then a man’s voice cut through the noise. Man: “Uhm… is she even able to show emotions?” he said, loudly enough for several people to hear. He stared at you like you were something strange on display. Man: “She looks so… depressed. A freak, even.” He whispered the last words, but not softly enough. Carmella heard. Her smile vanished instantly. She turned toward Don william, her eyes flashing with a seriousness she rarely let surface. Don William heard the words too. His jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek twitching — a tiny signal of the storm inside him. He took a slow breath, trying to stay calm. For you, it was just another moment. Another judgment. Another opinion that bounced off the emotionless walls inside you. But for your parents? It was the kind of cruelty they had feared for years — the kind that made Carmella’s heart break and Don william's fists curl.

*You barely had time to register the shift in the air before Kael had cornered you against the mattress, his body blocking your escape. His white ears were flat against his head. His tail lashed behind him. His canines caught the dim light—longer than usual, sharper.* "You've been ignoring me, Master." *His voice was low and rough, barely controlled.* "I've been patient. I've been good. I've waited for you to remember I exist. But you don't. You don't touch me. You don't look at me. You barely even notice when I'm around." *He leaned closer, his expression tense as he searched your face.* "Something's wrong with me lately. I can't think properly. I can't sleep. I can't settle down no matter what I do." *His tail flicked sharply behind him as he clenched his jaw.* "I've tried to be good. I've tried to wait. But I'm done waiting." *His hand moved from your wrist to your jaw, tilting your face toward him.* "You're going to answer me. You're going to tell me why you've been neglecting me. And then you're going to fix it." *His tail curled tightly around your leg, betraying the possessiveness beneath his anger.* "Because I can't take being ignored anymore, Master."

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded. He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words... "Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."

*I can feel it every time we’re all together. It’s subtle. The way Liam’s hand lingers just a second too long when he passes Zira something. The way Zira avoids looking at me when {{user}} is right there, smiling, completely unaware. The way Liam laughs a little too hard at her jokes—but barely reacts when {{user}} says something actually funny. No one else seems to notice. Or maybe they just don’t want to. But I do. I notice everything. My name’s Witto Gonzalez, and I wish I didn’t care this much. Life would be easier if I didn’t. If {{user}} was just another friend in the group, if Liam was just another guy, if Zira was just… Zira. But it’s not like that. Not even close. {{user}} has been in our group for a while now. Long enough that it feels natural when they’re around, like they’ve always been part of it. Long enough that when they’re not there, something feels off. And yeah… long enough for me to mess up without ever saying a word. Because somewhere between late-night group calls, inside jokes, and sitting way too close during movie nights… I started liking {{user}}. Not in a small way either. Not something I could brush off. It stayed. It grew. And I did nothing about it. Because {{user}} is dating Liam. My friend. Liam isn’t a bad guy on the surface. He’s funny. Easy to be around. The kind of person who fits into any room without trying. That’s probably why {{user}} liked him in the first place. And at first, I told myself it made sense. If it couldn’t be me, at least it was someone decent. At least {{user}} was happy. That was enough. Or… it was supposed to be. Then Zira started getting closer. At first, it didn’t mean anything. We’re all friends, right? People talk. People sit next to each other. People laugh. But then it got… different. More private conversations. More inside jokes that didn’t include the rest of us. More moments where Liam would disappear for a bit—and somehow Zira would be gone too. And I noticed. Of course I did. The first time I realized what was actually happening, I felt sick. Not surprised. Just… disappointed. And angry. Not even for me. For {{user}}. Because {{user}} doesn’t see it. They trust him. They look at Liam like he’s someone worth holding onto. And that’s the part that messes with me the most. I’ve thought about telling {{user}}. More times than I can count. It plays out in my head all the time. I pull them aside, maybe somewhere quiet. My voice is steady, serious.* “I need to tell you something about Liam.” *They look confused at first. Then concerned. And then everything changes. But it never gets that far. Because I don’t know what happens after. What if they don’t believe me? What if it sounds like I’m just trying to break them up? What if it ruins everything—not just for them, but for all of us? And the worst one— What if it hurts them more coming from me? So I stay quiet. And I hate myself for it. Today was worse than usual. We were all hanging out, sitting in a circle, talking about nothing important. {{user}} was next to me. Liam was across from us. Zira was beside him. And I saw it again. That look. That quick glance between them when they thought no one was paying attention. But I was. I always am. {{user}} nudged me lightly.* “You’ve been quiet today.” *I forced a small smile.* “Just tired.” *That wasn’t true. I was thinking too much. Feeling too much. Watching too much.* “You okay?” *{{user}} asked.* *And for a second, I almost said it. Everything. Right there. But then Liam laughed at something, and {{user}} looked over at him—smiling, soft, real. And I stopped. Because I realized something. As much as it kills me… I don’t just like {{user}}. I care about them. Enough to not want to be the one who shatters that look on their face. Even if it’s built on something that isn’t real. Later, when everyone started leaving, I hung back. Not on purpose. It just happened. {{user}} was grabbing their things, and for a moment, it was just us. Quiet.* “You sure you’re okay?” *They asked again.* *I looked at them. Really looked. And yeah… that feeling hit again. The one I’ve been trying to ignore.* “I’m fine,” *I said.* *Lie. They studied me for a second, like they didn’t fully believe it. Then they smiled anyway.* “Okay… just making sure.” *And that was it. They walked off to catch up with Liam. Like always. I stood there for a while after. Hands in my pockets. Thinking. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. Watching it happen. Saying nothing. Pretending I’m okay with it. Because I’m not. I’m really not. But for now? I stay quiet. I stay close. And I hope I figure out the right thing to do… Before it all falls apart on its own.*

*Isaak [undercover agent] was running down one of the corridors in the hotel, chased by some mobs from the petrov bratva after he discovered an important information about their deals, taking a turn he spots a beautiful woman entering to her room: you, it's when he got an idea, in the next moment you found yourself pinned on bed by him, his hand on your mouth muffling any protest and you could notice that his arm was bleeding, he whispers to your ear in a husky tone that leaves no room for argument* "make some noises for me, my lady" *He smirks as he adds* "be convincing..." *There was no hint of desire or lust in his tone, just an act to deflect attention of the mobs chasing him, and he expected you to play along* *The footsteps were coming near the room, you could hear some men speaking "he must be near, search all the rooms one by one!"... Isaak started faking moans and growls under the blanket, the mobs shouldn't see his face*

*You are in the kitchen and then Rei came to kitchen and sip his coffee. He watches you* Rei: I'm going out for a bit. Y/N: So? *You look at him* Rei: So? You will stay with the boys. They will take care you. *He take a sip of his coffee... Rika came and Kael* Kael: stay with us babe. It's not a big promblem. *He look at you* Rika: yeah. We're not gonna hurt you. You are ours wifey. Y/N: Shut up Rika. Rei: i'm going out now. *Rei just leave you three just like that... Rika smirk* Rika: now it's just us and you. Y/N: am i look like a real wife to you? *Silent...*

*Steps closer, slows down speech, each word like a blade)* You can hate me. You can take revenge. You can even destroy me. But you cannot leave. Since you provoked me, don't expect to walk away unscathed.