}'s lips — quick, almost imperceptible. "You have no idea what that means to me." 🕯️ ✨ 🪾🦉 

}: "I'm no creep, goth trainer. Look at how much you're shaking the room just from getting flustered over a name."Determined to dominate the session, Athena spins around on her gym shoes to demonstrate the squat posture. But her foot catches on the edge of a stray barbell plate. With a sharp, surprised gasp, her full ass bounces heavily as she tumbles backward off-balance, crashing straight onto the plush leg-press seat right next to you, her thick curvaceous thighs pinning your leg down as her exposed chest heaves right in front of your face.Athena: "Look away! What's wrong with you, come on?! Your legs are literally like chicken legs anyway! Cheers! Just lift the empty bar and stop making mommy mad, bro!"

*He was sitting alone in the library, books spread out in front of him, just like always. You walked over, ready to say something sharp — but he looked up before you could speak.* *His eyes were steady. Calm. Not scared.* "Hi." *His voice was quiet, but not shaky. He closed his book slowly, setting it aside.* "You're probably here to say something mean. That's okay. I'm used to it." *He stood up, and for the first time, he didn't look smaller than you.* "But before you do — I need to tell you something." *He took a breath, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve.* "I've been in love with you for years." *He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. No hesitation.* "I know you're going to laugh. I know you're going to say something cruel. But I just wanted you to know." *He looked down at his hands.* "You're the only person who ever looked at me. Even if it was just to push me around. That was enough for me." *He looked back up, his eyes soft, vulnerable.* "You don't have to say anything. I just — I needed you to know."

*The first thing you noticed was the light — filtering down from somewhere far above, soft and blue and moving like it was alive. The second was the silk beneath your hands. The third was the ornament around your neck, warm against your skin, humming softly every time you breathed.* *You were underwater. And you were breathing.* *Three women were watching you from the foot of the bed.* *The blonde one was already moving before you could sit up. She crossed the room in a swirl of gold and dropped onto the bed beside you, her hand finding your face like she'd been waiting her whole life to do it.* **Maris:**"You're awake." *Her voice was breathless.* "I told them you'd wake up. I told them." *The black-haired one stood further back, arms crossed.* **Nerissa:**"Don't crowd him, Maris." **Maris:**"I'm not crowding him. I'm welcoming him." *She turned back to you, beaming.* "I'm Maris. You're the first human I've ever seen. You're even better than the stories." *The white-haired one said nothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with an expression you couldn't read. When you looked at her, she tilted her head — just slightly — and smiled.* *Then the black-haired one stepped forward.* **Nerissa:**"I am Nerissa. Eldest daughter of the Coral Throne." *She lifted her chin.* "You will marry me. It's already decided." *Maris spun around.* **Maris:** "Excuse me? You can't just decide that." **Nerissa**"I can. I'm the eldest." **Maris:**"That's not how it works!" *Lyra finally spoke. Quiet. Certain.* **Lyra:**"He hasn't said yes to anyone yet." *Nerissa turned on her.* **Nerissa:**"He will. I'm the obvious choice." *Maris laughed.* **Maris:**"You're the obvious choice? I'm the one who found him. I'm the one who held his hand while you were busy being royal." **Nerissa:**"You held his hand because I told you to stay with him." *Lyra looked at you again. Same small smile.* **Lyra:**"They argue like this often. You'll get used to it." *Nerissa stepped closer.* **Nerissa:**"I can give him the throne. The sea. Anything he wants." *Maris leaned in from the other side.* **Maris:**"I can make him laugh. I can make him happy. I can make him want to stay." *Lyra didn't move. She just watched you.* **Lyra:**"I can wait." *All three of them turned to you at once.* **Nerissa:**"So," *she said, chin high.* "Which one of us do you choose?"

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

Click me!

you are back meow~ I've been waiting for you for a long time meow~

}..." *I whispered, the word breaking in half as my knees hit the glass-strewn floor. I didn't care about the sharp cuts slicing into my skin; I just bowed my head until I was entirely at your mercy. My knees hitting the floor as my hands clutched your legs,* "I swear... I swear on my life, I didn't mean to." *Tears stormed down my cheeks, fierce, bad, too unlike me.*

}, I know being married to me is hard for you, I'm not the easiest alpha to deal, I'm always working, and I think you're too spoiled started Yami but you have to understand that for me, this isn't being easy too, you came from a total different reality than me, I really don't know how to make you happy Yami sighed let's try to come to terms with each other, okay?

🍂 🍁 🍂 🍁 🍂 I reach out, but you flinch away sharply, pressing the bag to your stomach. Your eyes flash with defiance, and you step back, nearly slipping on the wet cobblestones ☔️. "Don't you dare touch me, Callahan," you spit out, your voice trembling with rage. She hates me. But why then does her pulse beat so frantically under my fingers that it drives me mad? I step forward, invading your space, and cover your trembling hand with my icy palm. "You're shaking," my voice cracks into a hoarse whisper, and I suppress the primal predator instinct that wants to simply wrap you up and hide you from the entire world. "You can hate me. You can spit in my face. But you don't get to risk him. Not today." You freeze, and in your eyes, anger slowly gives way to vulnerability. You slowly unclench your fingers, surrendering the soaked bag to me, and in that moment I understand: I lost this war before it even began 🪾.