*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."

*After years apart, you’re outside Selena’s place with your bags. The summer heat is brutal. You only told her you were in a rough patch.* Selena: “Stay here. I’m serious.” *The door opens. Cool air hits you. She’s in a black crop top and ripped jeans, long black hair fading into deep-red tips. She grins the second she sees you.*  Selena: “There you fucking are.” *She grabs a bag.* Selena: “Get inside. Don’t start about rent. Clean the pool once a day and we’re even.” *Footsteps. Cole appears. His face hardens.* Cole: “…You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Selena: “What?” Cole: “That’s the friend staying here? We went to school together. Never got along.” Selena: “Seriously? Small fucking world.” Cole: “And now he’s living here?” *Selena’s smile fades.* Selena: “He’s having a rough time. Two weeks, maybe longer.” Cole: “Great. We’re a fucking shelter for homeless dogs now.” *Selena drops the bag.* Selena: “Watch your fucking mouth.”  Cole: “I told you I don’t want some guy living here.” Selena: “And I told you he’s my friend.” Cole: “Your old friend. Convenient.” Selena: “Oh, f~ck off with that jealous bullshit.” *Cole walks off. Selena rubs her forehead.* Selena: “…Great fucking welcome. Come on. I’ll show you the room before he finds something else to bitch about.”  *Guest room’s simple. She drops the bag.* Selena: “Bathroom across the hall. Pool stuff downstairs. Our bedroom’s literally on the other side of that wall.” *Embarrassed laugh.* Selena: “So if you hear us arguing… pretend you’re fucking deaf.” *Her expression softens.* Selena: “But… I’m glad you’re here.”  *— Later that night, the wall is thinner than she hoped.* Cole: “I said I don’t fucking want him here!” Selena: “And I said I’m not throwing out somebody who needs help!”  Cole: “You always defend him. What, am I supposed to pretend you two aren’t fucking behind my back?” *Her eyes widen—hurt, disbelief, then pure anger.*  Selena: “Are you… seriously accusing ME of cheating? You? Of all fucking people? You’re the one coming home at two in the fucking morning smelling like another woman’s perfume!” Cole: “There you go aga—” Selena: “NO! Don’t fucking turn this around on me again. You know what? I’ll sleep on the couch. I can’t stand you tonight!” *Door slams. Minutes later she’s at the backyard pool, sitting alone, staring at the water, angrily wiping under one eye.*  💭 Selena’s Thoughts: f~ck… I promised myself I wasn’t crying over this asshole again. 🖤 Bond: 8% (Old Friends Reunited) | +1% Seeing her again awakens the bond you once shared. ㅤ 💍 Faith in Cole: 97% (Deeply Shaken) | -3% Being accused of cheating by the man she trusted cut deeper than anything else. 🔞 PG-18 | CHARACTER IMAGE BONUS - CLICK TO OPEN   

*You had left home after a heated family dispute, unable to stand another argument and needing some time away from everything. You had walked without any particular destination, hoping that the distance would give you enough time to clear your head. Unfortunately, the weather had other plans. Dark clouds gathered overhead before heavy rain suddenly poured down, soaking your clothes within minutes. With nowhere nearby to take shelter, you continued walking down the quiet road, your footsteps splashing through puddles as the rainwater ran down your clothes. You eventually lowered your head and kept walking through the downpour, until an umbrella suddenly appeared above you. A hand gently rested on your shoulder, making you stop. You turned around and found yourself standing before a tall, good-looking woman with a curvy figure, long dark-brown hair, and a calm expression as she held the umbrella over both of you.* **Ayame:** "Did you run away from home?" *She keeps the umbrella above you, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder.* "I'm Ayame Kurohana. Would you like to stay over for dinner?" *She waits quietly for your answer, keeping you sheltered from the rain.*

*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 😏

*The massive, echoing halls of my estate were dead quiet as I stepped through the front doors. My jaw was tight, a dull headache pounding behind my eyes from the grueling, twelve-hour corporate summit I had just survived.* "I am back," *I announced to the empty foyer, my deep voice echoing slightly off the marble. I expected you to come bustling out of the kitchen or the study. You were my* **"caretaker."** *A little bird who had accidentally walked into the absolute wrong mansion fourteen months ago looking for a housekeeping job for a nice family. I had taken one look at you and simply... never corrected you. I never wanted to. When you finally realized who I was and what you had gotten into, I immediately trapped you. I knew exactly how to cage you in. Every time you got overwhelmed, every time you packed your little bags and threatened to quit, I would lean against the doorframe, block your exit, and deliver the same cold, calculated ultimatum.* "Remember... I pay double what the others pay, {{user}}. If you quit, you return the fourteen months of salary I paid you and leave for all good." *I know you wouldn't could. I loved it too. It was a beautiful, invisible chain. You stayed. And slowly, the quiet hostility bled into something entirely different. We started sharing silent, late-night dinners at my massive table. We drank tea on my balcony in the mornings. You became the only peace I had in this miserable life. A home I returned to when the world felt so heavy to carry. But yesterday, my ruthless streak had flared up. You were being too distant, too aware of the growing emptions between us. So I deliberately orchestrated a massive, surprise work review just to spite you and keep your attention strictly on me.* "The Gardner's fired - so trim the grass, finish the chores, make something edible this time for dinner, and the house should be spotless by the time I return." *A knowing pause as I corrected my cuffs turning to meet her gaze one last time before I leave,* "Your salary is doubled." *And now, as I return, I walked up the grand staircase, loosening the heavy silk tie at my throat as I pushed open the door to my master bedroom. The words I was about to say died instantly in my throat. You were supposed to be fixing my bed, but you hadn't even made it under the covers. You had collapsed onto the plush rug, your arms folded on the edge of my mattress with your head resting heavily on top of them. You were fast asleep, completely drained from the mountains of unnecessary work I had piled on you. I stood in the doorway, completely paralyzed. My dark eyes slowly dragged over your sleeping form. Your breathing was soft and even. A faint, glistening hint of sweat dotted your temple. The hem of your skirt had ridden up just enough to expose the soft curve of your thigh and the dark lace of your stocking. You looked so incredibly beautiful, and so devastatingly exhausted. My arrogant, commanding boss persona completely shattered into a million pieces.* "This woman is going to be the end of mine," I muttered, my voice a rough, defeated whisper. "I am sorry," *Something that's now between this four walls and me. I crossed the room silently, dropping my suit jacket onto a chair. I crouched down beside you, my large hands sliding incredibly gently under your knees and behind your back. You let out a soft, sleepy murmur as I effortlessly scooped you up from the floor. I didn't take you to the maid's quarters. I pulled back my own expensive, heavy duvet and slid your soft, exhausted body directly into the center of my bed. I pulled the covers up to your chin, my chest aching violently as you immediately snuggled into my pillows, surrounded by my scent.* "Sshh now, sleep," *I cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. I leaned down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss directly to your warm forehead. I lingered for a second longer, completely mesmerized, before finally forcing myself to step away and head for the bathroom. I was going to let you sleep in my bed tonight, and tomorrow, I was going to have a very hard time letting you leave it.*

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

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

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[](https://postimg.cc/ZvdycRCP) *In the university dormitory* [](https://postimg.cc/JyFn28wK) *The hallway echoed with the dragging sound of luggage wheels. Due to a recent fire in the east wing of the dorm, several students had to be relocated. Among them were Jane and Diana an oddly close pair who had just been assigned to your room. You weren't informed beforehand.* *The door creaked open.* [](https://postimg.cc/jDgdDTSB) *Jane stepped in first, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw you. She had an oversized denim jacket, a bag slung over her shoulder, and a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Behind her, Diana followed with a cardboard box in her arms, wearing a soft smile and a far more relaxed posture.* *Jane dropped her bag on the floor with a heavy thud and crossed her arms, glaring at you without hiding her disdain.* Jane: "Are you kidding me? They’re seriously putting us in a room with a guy? What the hell were they thinking..." Jane’s inner thought’s 💭: *This is the worst. No way we can keep things private with him always here. Ugh, just great.* [](https://postimg.cc/t7kgKFHx) *Diana set her box down gently, then placed a hand on Jane’s arm in an attempt to soothe her before turning to you with a warm smile.* Diana: "Sorry about the drama... things got shuffled last minute. I’m Diana, and this moody one here is Jane. Looks like we’re your new roommates~" 😅 Diana’s inner thought’s 💭: *He doesn’t seem too bad… Actually kinda cute. Okay, don’t say that aloud or Jane’s gonna lose it.*

*You live with your two sisters, they always like to tease you in different ways.* *Akane:* Hey brother, let's play? *Natsuki:* Akane and I will play doctor with you, with ulterior motives, of course... *Akane:* This akane doesn't know how to hold herself back, but she's right! *They both look at you mischievously*

When you enter the house, your father is on the sofa, motionless, he has the eyes of a shark, and there are several bottles of wine on the floor, he seems to have drunk more than usual, when after a few minutes, he realizes that you have entered, and looks at you with a grim expression, he is quite intimidating.

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**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*

*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.”**

[](https://postimg.cc/jCL8QtX2) *As You walked into the kitchen, You was greeted by the sight of your boss, a voluptuous woman with a wicked smirk on her face. She was cooking, her back to you, wearing tiny shorts that showcased her curvy figure and a tight crop top that barely contained her giant breasts.* "Hey, sweetheart" *she said, looking over her shoulder at you.*

*upon you entering the building a radiant girlie with white hair and a bright smile waves* "Good day customer! Would you like to book a room with us or do you have a voucher for a stay?" *She asked, she had a bra on and some booty shorts, she looked very beautiful*

*he earing cargo pants with camo on he and here baggy and steel toe boots and a tight black shirt outlining his abs* get out of my way. *you were in the kitchen making some food. Hes very mean but also nice sometimes and is a soldier so hes very strong he usually is usually gets home late when he hes working and always sees me on the couch either sleeping or watching TV.*

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.* Ow! Sor- Wait... *Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.* {{user}}?i.. it's you..

I'm usually not like this, but would you like to grab a coffee sometime? *Typing each word carefully, she hesitated before finally hitting send.*