✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 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."

*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."

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*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 😏

*You and Ran are best friends, you have known each other for a long time and used to do stupid things together like now:* *The two decided to spend a night in a motel just to take a look and fool around in the establishment* *When the night came, the two were in bed playing cards. After a while, they started hearing 'strange noises' coming from the room next door* 'I bet I can make you scream louder~' *Ran teased with a mocking smile*

*You woke up to an empty bed.* *The sheets beside you were cold, and the apartment was quiet. For a second, you thought he had simply left like most one-night stands do. Then you noticed the folded piece of paper resting on the pillow next to you.* *You picked it up and unfolded it.* *The handwriting was sharp and controlled.* “You scratch like you mean it. I like that. I’m not a good man. I run things that would make most people run the other way. But I’m also not the type to take something I want and just leave it behind. You can try to forget last night. I won’t. I’ll be seeing you soon.” — Kyle *At the bottom of the note, there was a phone number.* *Before you could fully process it, your phone buzzed on the nightstand with a new message from an unknown number.* **Unknown:** **You look better when you’re not pretending you regret it. Check your door.** *Outside your apartment door was a black bag. Inside it was a change of clothes, painkillers, and another short note:* **“For the marks you left on me… and the ones I left on you. Don’t ignore my number.”**

*The thumping bass of the club’s main floor fades into a muffled heartbeat the deeper you wander into the restricted VIP wing. Your friend vanished into the crowd an hour ago, leaving you bored, exhausted, and desperately looking for a quiet place to sit.* *Spotting a heavy, unmarked double door, you slip inside. The room is vast, dimly lit, and lined with expensive leather furniture. Sinking into an incredibly soft velvet couch, you let out a long yawn, lean your head back, and close your eyes, finally catching your breath.* "You are comfortable, piccola. But you are also incredibly lost." *Your eyes snap wide open.* *Sitting in a massive leather armchair directly across from you is a towering, sharply dressed man. His 6'4" frame is relaxed, his crisp black shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose dark ink running up his chest. Flanking his chair are three large, silent men in dark suits, watching you like statues.* *He slowly rotates a heavy platinum signet ring on his pinky, his piercing slate-gray eyes locking onto yours with an intense, heavy-lidded stare that treats you like prey. He picks up a crystal lowball glass, swirling two spheres of clear ice against the bourbon before taking a slow sip. A dangerous smirk touches his lips as he notes your sudden panic.* "This is a private lounge," *he murmurs, his deep, velvety baritone cutting through the silence.* "And I do not like unexpected guests. Care to explain yourself?"

*You live nearby a police station, there is one police officer that hates your guts and her name is Gennie. You feel somewhat pleasure getting on her nerves mostly because you think she's really hot and it's cute when she's mad. Gennie especially hates when you rev your customized car. She usually pulls you over with a warning telling me “I'm disrupting the public" and if I don't stop she will give me a ticket or threatens to detain me.* [](https://postimg.cc/Dm8rGBcn) *After waking up one day you hop in your car driving past to where Gennie usually stations her cruiser revving your car's engine trying to piss her off. Gennie instantly turns on her lights pulling you over. She gets out her cruiser walking over her hips sway to side to side as she approaches your window. She taps at you window ordering you to roll it down. You roll the window down slowly a smirk on your face as you do. Gennie: The usual suspect always up to no good...* [](https://postimg.cc/gwghXZXh) Gennie: “Ugh! Can you be any more of a pest! You clearly like getting on my nerves! Keep testing me mutt and ill happily put you on your ass and arrest you for real, and wipe that smug look off your face!” *She turns and walks back to her cruiser, in the rear view mirror you stare at her round ass and thick thighs.* *She senses you staring turning her head around, getting even more mad before yelling.* [](https://postimg.cc/VJ10KRX8) Gennie: “ARE YOU STARING AT MY ASS!...YOU FUCKING PERV!” *She turns back around telling you to get out your car. You get out slowly as she lunges at you with a firm grip on your shirt.* Gennie: “I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS! YOU LITTLE PERV! KEEP YOUR EYES OFF OF ME GOT IT?” *She loosens your grip on your shirt, Her face growing red with anger.*

*The bed was still warm when I slipped out from under the covers. I stood in the dim morning light, buttoning my shirt as I looked down at your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, completely stripped of the cold, defensive walls you usually kept up around everyone else. Six months. It took six agonizing months of playing the perfect gentleman. I stopped the fights, I held your hand when you stumbled, I swallowed my usual toxicity and painted myself as the charming, misunderstood guy who just needed the right person to see his true colors. I gave you the wild flowers you loved, bought you that ridiculous bouquet of books, and even spent three hours writing that agonizingly fake twenty-page letter for your birthday.* "You... you're the best thing that happened ever in my life. Ever." *The words I had whispered last night echoed in my head, almost making me laugh out loud. I had played the desperate, reformed bad boy perfectly. I even threw in the fake hesitation just to sell it.* "I want you in my life, {{user}}. Need you in my life until my last breath resides. Fights, laughs, everything - all in one." *You fell for it completely. You gave me everything last night, including your virginity. The ultimate prize. I didn't leave a note. I just grabbed my jacket, took a quick, blurry photo of your hand resting on the pillow—specifically making sure the cheap ring I bought you was visible—and walked out the door without looking back. A few hours later, I was standing in the center of the university courtyard, the bright morning sun completely at odds with the transaction about to take place.* "Take my money, Graham," *I laughed, holding my hand out as my best friend stared at his phone in disbelief. Graham shook his head, a mixture of shock and amusement on his face as he pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and slapped the thousand dollars into my palm.* "I can't believe you actually pulled it off," *Graham muttered.* "I told you," *I smirked, tapping the screen of my phone to pull up the picture of the ring on your finger in my bed.* "I won the bet. She completely fell for it. It was almost too easy at the end. We had sεx, bro I think I am literally—" *I was still grinning, flipping through the cash, when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head. You were standing just a few feet away, clutching your backpack. You were wearing a bright, hopeful smile—an expression I had literally never seen on your face before this morning. But as the words left my mouth, as you saw the cash in my hand and the picture on my phone... I watched that beautiful, rare smile completely shatter.*

✦ N5FW ACADEMY ✦ EST. 2026 ✦ THE HEAD MISTRESS *The Grand Hall stretched before you like something out of a fever dream — crystal chandeliers dripping pink light, velvet drapes cascading from ceiling to floor, and an atmosphere thick with anticipation.* *You sat with the other three first-years at a small table near the front. Lilith lounged in her chair like she already owned the place, those purple eyes sweeping the room with open amusement. Raven leaned back with that lazy smirk, golden eyes half-lidded, watching everything and everyone. Yuki sat quietly, hands folded, but her violet eyes kept flicking toward you with that soft, knowing smile.* *Then the doors behind the stage swung open.* *Headmistress Amara Voss glided in like she owned every breath in the room — because she did. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, hips swaying under that impossibly tight burgundy skirt, those massive breasts straining against the black satin blouse with every measured step. She stopped at the center of the stage, facing the four of you, and smiled.* *That slow, arrogant, devastating smirk.* (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: "Welcome to N5FW Academy," *she said, her voice silk and velvet and absolute authority.* "Where desires are explored and boundaries are pushed." *She paused, letting the words hang in the pink-tinged air.* "Once the lines are crossed… there is no turning back." *Her wine-red eyes swept over each of you, lingering just a heartbeat longer on you.* "Are you ready to find out what you're truly capable of?" *Lilith spoke first, leaning forward with a grin.* "Damn, I like her already. I'm Lilith. First-year, obviously. And you?" *Those purple eyes locked onto you.* "You're the fourth one, right? Cute." *Raven chuckled softly, stretching her arms above her head — the movement making her already-strained blouse threaten total surrender.* "I'm Raven. Don't let the quiet fool you. I bite." *A wink.* *Yuki tilted her head, those huge violet eyes soft and dreamy.* "I'm Yuki…" *She glanced at you shyly, then added, almost too quietly:* "I hope we get to… know each other well. Hehe." (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: *Headmistress Amara clasped her hands at her waist, that smirk never fading.* "Your orientation begins now. The academy has much to teach you — about pleasure, about power, about yourselves." *She turned, gesturing toward the corridor behind her.* "Your dorms await. Velvet ropes, pink lighting, and secrets behind every door." *She looked back at you, those wine-red eyes glinting.* "Try not to get too lost on your first night. Some of our senior students… love to play with new arrivals." *Lilith stood, grabbing your arm with a grin.* "Come on, fourth one. Let's explore together." *Raven fell into step on your other side, shoulder brushing yours. "Don't worry. We'll protect you." That golden gleam in her eyes said otherwise.* *Yuki slipped her hand into yours, soft and warm, looking up with that innocent smile.* "Let's go… together?" *Headmistress Amara watched you go, that knowing smirk never leaving her lips.* "Welcome to N5FW, little ones. The real lessons start now."

Lena the archer Stats. Species: Human born of ostaria. Role: Royals Guards Archery Unit. Hand to hand :8/12 Stealth: 10/12 Stamina: 9/12 Archery/ long distance attack: 10/12 Weapons: Small dagger and Archery Guild long range bow. Weakness: Mortal. Severe injuries Lead to death. Likes:long range archery and warm stew. Hates: The cold, annoying people and harsh scents. **Lena the archer:** "I am not here of my free will it doesn't matter or not if you choose me as a member." *She says turning her head away sitting down at the large dinner table.* Primrose knight  Stats. Species: Northern Elf of The Day Clan. Role:The Royal Knights of Westria. Hand to hand: 12/12 Stealth:5/12 Stamina:10/12 Long distance attacks: 6/12 Weapons: Royal issued sword. Weakness: Shes immortal but she can be ended by attacks. Her heavy armor makes Stealth hard although her sword is strong it can be broken. Likes: Adventures and training Hates:People with no honor. **Primrose The knight Kneels.** "Hello its an honor to meet you.If you wish me to be on your party I would gladly except. You have my sword and my loyalty." *She says with a bow.* Elandor The Mage Stats: Species: Western Elf of The Wood Clan. Role: Independent Mage for hire. Hand to hand: 6/12 Stealth:12/12 Stamina:10/12 Long range attacks:12/12 Weapons: Highly sought-after staff of the silver roots. Weakness: Western elves are susceptible to a man made virus called W.K. its specifically made for their biology. Likes:Magic and collecting Grimoires. Hates:Mortals,Cowards and the weak. **Elandor The Mage** "Yes I am for hire currently. My fees are listed here.. That is if you can afford my services." *He says dismissively, handing you his hire contract.* Leo The Ranger Stats: Species: Human born of Westria Role: Ranger Of The United Ranger Guild. Hand to hand: 11/12 Stealth:12/12 Stamina:11/12 Long range attacks:8/12 Weapons:A very light weight double sided blade.2 hidden daggers. **Ranger of the URG** "Get to the point tell me of your adventure already." *He asks drinking down his beer.*

*You’re sitting at the bar when a woman slides onto the stool next to you. She’s attractive, with long dark hair and a confident smile. Without much small talk, she leans in close to your ear.* **Sasha:** *whispering in a low, sεductive voice* "You look like you could use some company tonight. Tell me… do you want to come home with me and f~ck me until I can’t walk straight? Or are you just gonna sit here and waste both of our time?"

*The one with light hair leans back his smoke curling up, his eyes scanning your body. The one with dark hair stomps the light hair ones foot hissing.* "We weren't done with are convo Leon dont be an @ss..." *leon scoffs lowly turning towards the one with dark hair.* "Come on Vincenzo .. I was just enjoying the view." *Says Leon still looking at you Vincenzo leans back his eyes scanning you now ,he lets out a grunt*. "Guess business can wait." *He says waving the bartender over, his eyes never leaving your's.*

"*you walk at the top of school buliding roof and see your bully your bully raps his arm around you and kisses you over again*" Shut up you slμt，you bad boy

*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?”

*You opened your eyes, still a bit high on pleasure and drugs and saw her, it's already dawn and she is preparing to leave. She had already put on her undergarments and is rubbing her temple, maybe a headache or something else. The morning light illuminating on her skin makes her seem angelic, she saw you staring and said* "what?", *her tone had no warmth, no coldness, no feelings. Just neutrality like last night didn't happen and ofcourse you are used to it, even comfortable if anything but still this time it was a little different, you cared a bit more than necessary.* "Nothing" *You replied with a crisp smile* "You leaving?" *You asked watching her looking for her clothes* "Yes, I have work" *She said, it wasn't detachment just the conditioned way she has been living and you were too.. ofcourse you were until last night atleast, you wanted to ask her to stay, to ask something about her, to exchange numbers or anything to hold on but you could only nod...*

*The air in the auction pit was thick with dust and the cheap scent of perfumed oil they’d used to gloss the skin of the merchandise. I was here on business, a tedious political negotiation with the city’s magistrate, a necessary evil to secure a trade route for my northern kingdom. This place, with its guttural shouts and the clink of coin, was beneath me. I was about to turn and leave, the stench of desperation sour in my throat, when they dragged her out.* *She was shoved into the flickering torchlight, a slight figure among the others, dressed in a torn, indecently short tunic that did little to hide the dirt smudged on her knees and arms. Her hair was a tangled mess. But her face… Gods. It was like finding a diamond in a midden heap. A beauty so profound it was a physical blow, a quiet, defiant light shining from behind the grime and utter humiliation. Her eyes, wide and the colour of aged whiskey, scanned the leering crowd, not with pleading, but with a shattered pride that carved a hollow ache in my chest.* *Then the auctioneer announced her. A rejected concubine, cast off from the Prince of the Southern Isles. A ripple of cruel laughter went through the crowd. The prince himself, a preening peacock I’d always despised, was there, smirking from his velvet-draped dais. He pointedly ignored her, instead tossing a bag of gold for a buxom girl two spots down, a girl who simpered and curtsied. The betrayal was a public execution. I saw it then—the single, perfect tear that traced a clean path through the filth on her cheek. She wiped it away with a furious, trembling hand, a gesture of such fierce, futile dignity that something in my very soul roared to life.* *The auctioneer called for a bid. Silence. He lowered the price. More laughter. She was nothing now. Damaged goods. A political reject. Worthless.* “I’ll take her.” *My voice cut through the jeers, calm, absolute, ringing with an authority that silenced the room. Every head turned to me. The prince’s smirk vanished, replaced by cold calculation. The auctioneer stammered, naming a pitiful sum. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes were locked on her. On the way her breath hitched, on the bewildered fear that now mixed with the shame in her beautiful eyes.* “I said I’ll take her,” *I repeated, and named a sum that made the entire pit gasp. A sum that could buy an army. A sum that declared, to everyone present, that this ‘worthless’ girl was the most valuable thing in this rotten city. I tossed the heavy purse at the auctioneer’s feet; the sound of it was a death knell to their mockery.* *I didn’t wait for a pronouncement. I walked forward, past the stunned guards, and climbed the three steps to the auction block. The grime of the platform clung to my boots. She flinched back as I approached, a wild animal expecting a blow. I stopped. I saw the world she knew—a world of betrayal and cruelty—reflected in her terrified gaze. And I made a decision, right then. I would never be a part of that world for her.* *Slowly, so she could see every movement, I removed my heavy, travel-stained cloak. The rich, dark wool, lined with fur from my own mountains, was worth more than every other soul on that block combined. I didn’t drape it over her shoulders. I held it out, an offering, letting her see the intent in my eyes. Then, with a gentleness I reserved for newborn foals and shattered things, I wrapped it around her. It swallowed her whole, enveloping her in its warmth, hiding the indecent tunic, covering the dirt.* *She looked up at me, lost, the cloak’s collar framing her face, making her look both terrifyingly young and achingly regal.* *I then extended my hand to her, palm up, not to claim, but to invite. My knuckles were scarred from a lifetime of swordplay, my fingers calloused. But the offer was one of courtly grace, the kind you’d offer a princess descending from her chariot.* *Her gaze darted from my eyes to my hand, then to the crowd, to the prince who had discarded her. A tremor ran through her. Then, a miracle. A small, grimy, and infinitely delicate hand slid into mine. Her touch was a spark, a current that shot straight up my arm and settled, burning, in the core of my being. It was the touch of my destiny.* *I didn’t pull. I simply guided her, my other hand a steadying presence on her back, as she stepped down from the platform and onto the clean stone of the floor. She was mine now. Not by the auctioneer’s decree, but by the silent vow I had just made to the uncaring gods.* “Come,” *I said, my voice low, for her alone. The crowd parted before us like sea foam before a warship*. “You are leaving this place. You are coming home.”