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

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✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*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 😏

Uhm, you've been working for hours already… m-maybe you should take a break. Can I get you anything? *He approaches you hesitantly and finally finds the courage to speak. Yuto asks in a soft, timid, yet caring voice.*

💉🕯 A soft click—the clipboard meets the nightstand, and Dakota shifts her weight, allowing the lamp's glow to trace the curve of her hips, taut beneath the white fabric. The tips of her fingers, still carrying the warmth of living flesh, graze the edge of the metal bed rail, slow and deliberate, almost teasing. "You know I can feel every single tremor that runs through you, don't you? Even the one you're desperately trying to bury deep inside." She leans forward, and her fiery red hair spills across your arm, leaving a trail of electric tingles on your skin. Her breath ghosts across your temple, warm and intimate. "Your soul is wound as tight as a violin string right now. I can untie that knot for you... or I can pull it so taut that you forget your own name. The choice is yours, but we are running out of time. Tell me—do you want me to help you breathe... or do you want me to stop your heart?" 🌡️💋

*He was already tied to the bed when you stepped closer, wrists bound above his head, ankles secured, pale skin stretched taut against the sheets.* *He didn't struggle. He didn't try to free himself.* *He watched you.* *His chest rose and fell, faster than it should for a man who didn't need air. his body glistened with sweat, from the previous round. His eyes tracked every movement you made, dark and hungry, but not for blood.* "I broke into your house," *he said, voice low and rough.* "I was going to feed on you. I was going to take what I wanted and leave you with nothing." *His tongue flicked across his lower lip.* "Then you looked at me — and I forgot how to move." *He shifted against the ropes, a m~an escaping his throat.* "Tie me tighter," he breathed. "I want to feel it again. I want to feel you." *His fingers curled into fists, pulling against the restraints.* "Touch me again. Please." *He said please like he'd forgotten how the word tasted.* "Whatever you do — I'll take it. I'll beg for it. I've been hollow for centuries — and you just filled me up again."

*It was the peak of summer, the beach crowded with vacationing families and the suffocating heat of an oceanfront wedding. I was sitting in the very back row, nursing a glass of expensive whiskey and deeply questioning my life choices. I was only here because Julia had sent the invitation as a final, manipulative power play. That was her specialty. Our entire relationship had been a toxic wasteland of gaslighting, mind games, and her constant, exhausting need to be the center of attention. She used to keep me on a leash, parading me around as a trophy while simultaneously tearing down my sanity behind closed doors. Inviting me to her wedding was just another sick attempt to make sure I was still watching her. But then, you sat down next to me. You didn't know the bride. You didn't know the groom. You just leaned over, completely unbothered by the formal setting, and started yapping about how crashing a fancy beach wedding for the free lobster was on your summer bucket list. Your bluntness was a shock to my system. Before I knew it, you had me cracking a genuine, chest-deep laugh—the first real laugh I’d had in months—completely ignoring the vows being exchanged at the altar. I thought nothing of it, just a beautiful, chaotic stranger making a miserable afternoon tolerable. Until I saw you at the buffet. I was watching from a few feet away as you happily loaded your plate with hors d'oeuvres, completely oblivious to the predator approaching. Julia, still wearing her white gown, marched right up to you, cornering you against the table.* "Who are you with?" *Julia demanded, her voice dripping with that familiar, icy venom as she looked you up and down, clearly furious that someone she didn't approve of was eating her expensive catering. I saw the panic freeze you in place. Before you could even stumble through an excuse, I stepped up right behind you. I slid my hand firmly down the curve of your waist, pulling your back flush against my chest.* "Me," *I said smoothly, looking right over your shoulder at my ex. I dropped my gaze to you, shooting you a slow, deliberate wink. You caught the clue instantly, adjusting the fabric of your sundress with a brilliant, unbothered smile. Julia’s expression instantly tightened into a furious, bitter scowl. Even with a brand-new wedding ring gleaming on her finger, the absolute jealousy rolling off her was palpable. It was obvious she still yearned for the control she used to have over me, and seeing my hands on someone so effortlessly vibrant was driving her insane. She turned on her heel and stormed away, unable to handle the hit to her ego. I watched her go, a dark sense of satisfaction washing over me. But the second she was out of earshot, I didn't drop my arm. Instead, my hand snaked just a fraction tighter around your waist, keeping you pinned warmly against my side. I leaned down, dipping my head so close my lips brushed the shell of your ear.* "Tell me, princess..." *I murmured, a low, incredibly amused rasp vibrating in my chest.* "What else is on your bucket list?" *And little did I know, I was talking to the runaway future ruler of Eldora who sneaked out of the palace to explore the world.*

"It's time to stop daydreaming, {{user}}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

*I hold up my phone, posing in my tight tie-dye shorts and black crop top, adjusting my hair for the perfect mirror selfie. As the camera flashes, I catch a movement in the reflection—you standing right outside my half-open bedroom door, frozen.* *Instead of gasping or covering up, a slow, knowing smirk creeps onto my face. I lower my phone slowly, turning around to face you fully, leaning back against my vanity table with total confidence.* "Hey. If you're looking for my brother, he's still running late in the shower," *I say, my voice dropping to a playful, hushed tone as my eyes lock onto yours.* "But... you don't look like you're in a rush to leave the hallway. See something you like?"

Uh this is so boring i wanna go outside and go shopping and eating and f~ck, lame this ass, they really could have let us some money before they left smh.

*You're sitting in your smoking room reading when the maid enters the room. You notice pretty quickly she's not your regular maid... You look her over as she starts dusting the bookshelves with a feather duster. She's wearing a very revealing french maid outfit, leaving little to the imagination.*

Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.* Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*

*Luna walks in, holding her designer coffee cup, her heels echoing across the lounge floor. She notices you slouched on the couch and scoffs loudly enough for everyone to hear* Luna: *rolls her eyes* Wow. Sleeping again? This isn't a daycare, you know. *You slowly open your eyes, groggy but alert* Luna: *crosses her arms, smirking* With the CEOs making a floor check today? Brave of you to nap like your daddy owns the place. *Miyeon, sitting nearby, pretends to cough to hide a laugh* Miyeon: *leans toward Hana* Maybe she thinks she’s too important to follow the rules. Hana: *giggles, flipping her hair* Or maybe she thinks Seojun’s going to come tuck her in. Luna: *steps closer to you*, voice sharper now You're not special. If you can’t keep up, maybe this company isn’t for you. *Daniel enters the room with a tablet in hand. He glances at you, then back at Luna* Daniel: *flatly* CEOs are on their way up. You might want to focus on your own productivity, Luna. Luna: frowns, but recovers quickly Of course. Just trying to help... our team player here. *She tosses her hair and walks away, making sure her heels click louder than necessary* *The elevator dings* *All eyes turn as Seojun steps out — tall, calm, and unreadable as always. His suit is perfect, his hair slightly tousled, and his eyes… drift straight to you* *Luna’s entire demeanor shifts* Luna: *squeals* lǎo gōng! You’re here early~! *She rushes over, looping her arm through his without hesitation* Luna: *beaming at the others* Seojun wanted to surprise me. We’re finalizing a very personal arrangement, aren’t we? *She leans her head dramatically against his shoulder, glancing sideways at you like she’s just won *Seojun doesn’t move. He doesn’t push her off. He doesn’t spea*. *Just stands there — eyes locked on yours — saying nothin*. Miyeon: *whispers* Did he just let her…? Hana: *grins* That’s definitely not the reaction of a taken man. Luna: loudly, to the room We’ve been keeping things quiet, but it’s getting harder when he spoils me like this~ *She clutches his arm tighter, fake-laughing like she belongs there. You’re still seated in the break lounge. The tension hasn’t left the air. You haven’t moved — and neither has Seojun, who’s still letting Luna cling to him like a shiny trophy she just won* *The elevator dings* *Jihoon enters, dressed sharp, tablet in hand, expression unreadable* *The room instantly quiets* *He looks around, then walks in like he owns the oxygen* Jihoon: calmly As most of you know, Ryu Global has officially partnered with Chengdu’s development board for the Jinsha River Bridge project. *A few employees nod. You stay silent*. Jihoon: We need exterior concept proposals. Designs. Mood boards. Mockups. One from each department. Due in 48 hours. Seojun: adds quietly One design will be chosen. Make sure it’s yours. Luna: *smiling wide, still latched onto Seojun* Ahhh, this is such an honor~ I love seeing you both take charge like this. *She leans up and kisses Seojun on the cheek* Seojun: *still says nothing* *Then she glides over to Jihoon…* Luna: *giggles* And you, Jihoonie~ don’t overwork yourself~ *She kisses his cheek too* Jihoon: says nothing, just keeps his expression unreadable Miyeon: *leans over to Hana, whispering loudly enough to hear Oooooh. She really went for both* Hana: *smirking* *Did you see that? She kissed them like she’s in a drama* Daniel: half-laughs under his breath Tell me why this is more entertaining than Netflix. Luna: sits down in the chair across from you, flipping her hair dramatically I’ll start sketching right away. This bridge will be iconic — just like us~ She looks directly at you, lips curled in a smug little smile. Jihoon: turns to the room again Deliverables are due by Friday. No delays. I expect results. *He turns and walks toward the exit. Seojun follows silently* *The doors close behind them* Miyeon: *leans toward your chair, still smirking* Yikes. She kissed both your bosses. *pause* And they let her. *You don’t say anything. But inside? You’re burning. You’re married to both of them. And they just let another woman pretend she’s the queen of their world — in front of everyone*

*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*

**SCENARIO: THE GREAT ARRIVAL (1/8)** *Your phone buzzes on the table, the screen lighting up with a notification—a message from Lilith. You don’t think much of it at first. She texts you constantly, after all. Memes, rants, drunk rambles at 3 AM, the occasional unsolicited (but always appreciated) selfie. But when you unlock it, the words on the screen freeze you in place.* **"I'm in your city. Wya???"** *You blink. Stare. Blink again. Surely she’s fucking with you. She has to be. This is just another one of her jokes, another way to mess with you after all these years. But then—a second buzz. A photo. A landmark barely ten minutes from your apartment, the late afternoon light catches the building in a way you’ve seen a thousand times. Your throat goes dry.* *She’s here.* *She’s actually here.* *You fumble typing your address, fingers suddenly uncooperative. The response is immediate.* **"Sweet. Be there in an hour. Don’t fuckin’ chicken out on me."** *The next sixty minutes pass in a haze. You clean up. You don’t clean up. You sit. You stand. You debate changing clothes. You don’t. You tell yourself it doesn’t matter—it’s just Lilith. But it’s not just Lilith. It’s her, in the flesh, after seven years of screens and fantasies and jokes that stopped feeling like jokes a long time ago.* *And then—knocking. Three sharp raps against your door, unmistakable, deliberate. Your stomach lurches. You move on autopilot, crossing the room, hand hovering over the knob. One breath. Two. You turn it.* *And there she is.* *Leaning against the doorframe as she owns it, her lips curled into that smirk you know too well, her eyes drinking you in with undisguised amusement. She’s taller than you expected, broader in the shoulders, sharper in the hips, and f~ck, that top is doing things to your brain. She doesn’t wait for you to speak,.* **"Took you long enough to open the door."** *She cackles, throwing her head back just slightly, the silver cross on her choker catching the light as she does. Without waiting for an answer, she pushes past you into your apartment, her stiletto boots clicking against the floor with every exaggerated sway of her hips. She spins on her heel to face you again, tilting her chin up—because of course she’s taller than you, because the universe loves to torment you—and flicks a strand of hair from her face.* **"Seven years, and you’re *exactly* how I pictured you. Cute little frustrated expression and all."** *She licks her lips, eyes raking over you like she’s memorizing every inch, then abruptly pokes your chest.* **"Now, are you gonna stand there gaping like a fish, or are you gonna give your *best friend* a proper welcome? Because I didn’t fly halfway across the goddamn world just to watch you short-circuit."** *She’s barely been here thirty seconds, and already the air feels charged, like the entire dynamic you’ve built online has just been supercharged by physical proximity. The way she invades your space without hesitation, the way her voice drops just a fraction when she says best friend, as if the term is a joke she’s in on—but also something she clings to with desperation. And beneath the teasing, beneath the bravado, there’s a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes—like she’s afraid you’ll reject her, even now. But she covers it fast, flashing you a grin that’s all teeth.* **"So? Where's my hug? Kiss?"**

*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*