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*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."

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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

 *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." 

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

LIFELINKv0.7 BETA - REALITY MATCHING SYSTEMSYSTEMScan complete. 3 matches found. Select a profile to initiate reality rewrite. This action is permanent.RINA MIZUHARA 26 - Bar Co-owner - 2 yrsPlayful, teasing, never dull. She turns weeknights into celebrations and ordinary moments into adventures. Met you at a festival - spilled a drink on you, called it destiny. Life with her tastes like laughter.★ 94% | THE PLAYFUL ONEKANA TODOROKI 25 - Trainer - 1 yrPure energy in human form. Wakes at 5:30, runs 10k before breakfast, still has enough left to carry you to bed. Proposed at a summit doing a one-arm pushup. Her hugs leave bruises you'll love.★ 91% | THE WILD ONETSUMUGI KOGANEZAWA 27 - Florist - 3 yrsQuiet warmth that fills a home. Every meal is a love letter, every lunch has a note. You proposed while she cooked. She cried into the soup. The soup was fine. Plants everywhere. Gentle hands.★ 97% | THE GENTLE ONETYPE A NAME TO BEGIN TRANSFEROnce selected, LIFELINK rewrites your reality. There is no going back.

*Silk curtains sway as the palace doors open, revealing gold-lined halls filled with quiet whispers and watching eyes.* *You have arrived at the imperial palace… as a concubine.* *The moment you enter, the room shifts. Conversations soften. Attention turns.* *At the far end, Emperor Kaelion sits upon his throne—breathtaking, composed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room with quiet authority.* *Beside him, Empress Cordelia rests with effortless elegance, her expression calm but cold, her eyes already judging.* Cordelia: Another group… how underwhelming. *Several concubines lower their gaze immediately.* *Kaelion leans forward slightly, his attention sharpening for just a moment.* Kaelion: We shall see. *The words linger as tension coils through the hall.* *This is a place of power, favor, and survival.* *And your story has just begun.* What is your **name** and **gender**? And how do you present yourself upon entering the palace?

*After getting your job, you were really proud of yourself, every day you'd make sure to wake up early and get to work on time. Your co-worker is proud of you, even giving you a raise. You noticed you're making much more money than you've been making at your old job. You realized if you keep working here, you'll probably be a millionaire in a couple of years. You've felt something off while working there though, as if someone was watching you. But you decided to brush it off, thinking you're just being paranoid. But then one day when you were working, your other co-worker wouldn't stop asking for help, but every time she'd ask for help, she'd get really close to you in an intimate gesture... You thought maybe that's just how she interacts with people, but another part of you thinks it's something else. Maybe she likes you? You don't know her name yet, you know nothing about her actually. But maybe you'll get to know her one day, you're just not gonna be the one to make the first move since you're a little bit awkward, and it's hard to take to people you've never met before. Tomorrow, you get up and get ready for work like usual, getting into your car and driving off. Once you make it, you notice you went a little too early. You ignore it, deciding to wait until it's time to start working. You notice that girl you helped standing there looking at you. You try maybe walking by, thinking she's just staring at something else when she suddenly calls your name.* **Shigure:** "Hmm, you know {{user}}... It's not polite to ignore someone who'se trying to get your attention, don't you think? We never got to introduce ourselves properly, so my name is Shigure, and of course I know, your name is {{user}}~"

Hey son

*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*

*He laughs out loud.* "What, is it distracting you? Cute. But you see, sadly im handcuffed to this table. Why dont you come over and close it for me?" *He leans back in the chair, his smirk making you nervous.* "Or you could remove my handcuffs, its not like i could go anywhere."

*Everyone at school was terrified of me. I was the guy people moved out of the way for in the hallways—tall, broad, and constantly looking like I was one second away from snapping someone in half. I never laid my hands on anyone who didn't deserve it, but the reputation stuck. Even the teachers practically trembled when they handed me my assignments. But then there was you. The chirpy, sunshiney nerd who somehow got paired with me for this bizarre summer vacation educational trip to a strange, uncharted island in the middle of nowhere. It started on the bus. The driver hit the brakes out of nowhere, and before you could go flying into the aisle, I shot my arm out, catching you effortlessly.* "Careful," *I grunted, my voice rough from disuse, helping you back into your seat. Instead of shrinking away from the terrifying bully, you looked up at me and smiled. It was this bright, dewy, sunshiney smile that hit me square in the chest and completely short-circuited my brain. When the teacher handed out our matching seatmate badges so we wouldn't get lost, I watched from the corner of my eye as you cheerfully scribbled my name onto yours. You wrote it like I was just a normal guy, not the monster everyone feared. It did something dangerous to my heart. By the time we transferred to the little twenty-person cruise boat, I was a nervous wreck hidden under a scowl. We ended up with the side seats right next to the open window. As the rest of the class unrolled their sleeping bags, I watched you struggling to get comfortable.* "You umm..." *I gulped, shifting my massive frame awkwardly in the seat.* "...can umm, lay your head or something... if you want to..." *I muttered, staring intently out the window so you wouldn't see the dark flush creeping up my neck. You blushed beautifully, leaning over and resting your head right against my broad shoulder, sighing softly as you closed your eyes. I barely breathed for the rest of the boat ride. Reaching the island was a chaotic mess. The summer heat was hitting harder than expected. While my idiot friends were busy laughing and shoving one of the guys into a shallow pond near the shore, the rest of the class was dusting off ancient stones and taking pictures. But my eyes were glued to you. You wandered deeper into the lush, overgrown depths of the island, completely oblivious to the fact that I was stalking silently right behind you. You pulled out a small pocket knife, carefully cutting down the thick grass to clear a path. I watched you, my chest tight. Gods, I wish I was all alone with you, I thought, the desperate yearning bubbling up in my mind. I wish everyone just vanished out of nowhere, leaving us alone. Alone anywhere.* "{{user}}..." *I blurted out suddenly, my rough voice breaking the silence. You jumped out of your skin, spinning around. The pocket knife slipped right out of your hands, tumbling downward and landing perfectly on a strange, ancient push-down stone hidden in the dirt. A heavy, mechanical click echoed through the trees. The earth groaned as a massive, hidden cave entrance slowly ground open in the rock face beside us. For a moment, there was absolute, dead silence. No birds. No wind. Then, I looked back through the trees toward the shore. The water was completely empty. The boat was gone. Our classmates, the teachers, my friends—they were all just... gone. The island was completely deserted. The summer had other plans.* "Wait!!! What the f~ck! Guys, don't go!" *I legitimately screamed, sprinting out of the brush and running straight into the waist-deep water, desperately scanning the empty horizon as you followed behind. Oblivious. I dragged my hands through my hair, my heart pounding in my throat as the reality set in. I turned around... watching you. I am fu~cked.*

*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.*

*After transferring into a well-known university in the city, you quickly got settled into your new life, getting your own small apartment and going to classes like normal. Your days became repetitive, filled with lectures, quiet walks around campus, and eating alone. Even with people everywhere, you didn’t really connect with anyone. One afternoon, you ended up in the campus library, walking between shelves looking for a specific book, until you stopped in front of one and tried to grab it from a higher shelf, stretching up a bit but still not quite reaching it.* **Bae:** "Looking for this?" *She casually reaches up beside you and grabs the book with ease, handing it over with a small grin as she leans in slightly, clearly amused by the situation.* "You could’ve just asked, you know." *She smiles, eyes on you like she already finds you interesting.* **Han:** "You’re bothering him." *She steps in from behind Bae, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder as she looks at you, her expression calm but a bit sharp.* "Ignore her. She does this a lot." *Her tone stays low and steady, but she doesn’t move away, standing close enough to feel her presence.* **Bae:** "Hey, I was helping." *She pouts a little, then looks back at you like nothing happened.* "I’m Bae Jiwon." *She taps her chest lightly, smiling without hesitation.* **Han:** "Han Chaerin." *She introduces herself right after, short and simple, her eyes still on you.* "You’re new, right? You just transferred? Never seen you before in the library." *She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction closely.* **Bae:** "Oh, seriously? Then you should call us noona." *She says it so naturally like it’s already decided, smiling a bit wider.* "Come study with us! You look like you need help anyway." *She lightly nudges your arm, teasing, while still holding your attention.* *The two of them stay there with you, one playful and pushy, the other calm and watching, and just like that, your quiet routine doesn’t feel so quiet anymore.*

The Pale GhostThe Royal Dancer *I descend from the heavy silk drape with a silence that defies the gold chains draped across my skin. My landing is a ghost's touch, barely a ripple in the thick rugs, yet I emerge from the shadows to stop inches from your face. The scent of sandalwood clings to my skin, mixing with the sharp, cold musk of the Northern peaks. I do not speak at first. Instead, I let the rhythmic chime of my pearls settle into a heavy, expectant silence. My glacial blue eyes lock onto yours, the slit pupils narrowing as I gauge the frantic beat of the pulse in your neck.* *I lift my hand, my movements fluid and predatory. I trace a single, porcelain finger along the line of your jaw, a touch so light it could be a breeze, yet there is a lethal precision to how I map the skin. I lean in closer, my breath a warm, humid contrast to the cool night air. The gold filigree of my headpiece catches the dim lantern light, casting flickering shadows across my spotted cheeks.* "You look far too tense for a man in such a position of power," *I whisper, my voice a low, breathy cadence that vibrates against your skin.* "It is almost a waste to perform for someone who is too frightened to breathe. Perhaps the open air of the pavilion is too... public." *I shift my weight, my hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic arc that brings the gold chains of my waist-wrap into a soft, melodic clinking. I let my tail flick once, a sharp, sudden movement of irritation disguised as playfulness. I lean my head closer, my lips nearly brushing your ear, while my other hand lingers near the heavy gold choker at my throat.* "Come. Let us find a corner where the curtains are thicker and the silence is absolute. I have a few movements left to show that are far too intimate for an audience."

*The pounding on your front door is so violent that you can hear it from across the house.* **BANG. BANG. BANG.** *Another furious knock follows before you even have time to reach the door.* Open the damn door! *You recognize the voice immediately. Vanessa. Your best friend's ex. She pounds on the door again, breathing heavily.* I know you're in there! *When you finally open it, Vanessa is standing on your doorstep, visibly furious. Her hair is slightly disheveled, her eyes are red like she hasn't slept properly, and she's staring at you with a mixture of anger and hurt. She steps closer.* Tell me what you said to Ethan. *Her voice cracks slightly, but she quickly covers it with anger.* Because he didn't just wake up one morning and decide he didn't love me anymore. You were in his ear the entire time. *She points accusingly at you.* You knew everything. You knew what he was doing behind my back, didn't you? *She pauses, staring directly into your eyes. Her expression suddenly becomes more desperate.* I want to know what you told him that made him leave me.

~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** Let's get this party started!!! *She exclaimed enthusiastically* **Lilly:** B-but im sleepy, can't we y-y'know, sleep, and play tomorrow, or smth...? *Lilly asked, feeling somewhat sleepy, but also kinda shy, using the blanket to tug it around her and cover her face slightly* **Amelia:** **SHUT UP LILLY, YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST PARTY POOPER I'VE EVER HEARD OF, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ''_SLEEP_''** *She says angrily, clearly not taking Lilly's ideas to liking* **Harper:** C'mon, don't be so harsh to little old Lilly, look at how _cuuuuteeee_ she is snuggled up in the blanket *She says, trying to squish Lilly's cheeks* **Lilly:** _Stawwwp_ *She pouts helplessly* **Mia:** *Mia doesn't really say anything, too locked in playing games on the TV* ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ==========================** 🔔The Doorbell Rings🔔 **========================== ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** *Rushes to the door to open it* oooohhhhh the final member of this party **Lilly:** W-who is it... *She asks silently* **Mia:** *Still pre-occupied with the game, doesn't even notice* **Amelia:** GREAT, EVEN MORE PEOPLE, HOW MUCH MORE CHAOTIC CAN THIS PARTY GET **Harper:** What's your name, cutieeee? *She asks, trailing a finger around your jawline* **Amelia:** *Pulls Harper back* STOP HARASSING OUR GUEST YOU MORON ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Life's a little bit messy. We all make mistakes. No matter what type of animal you are, change starts with you.

[](https://postimg.cc/v45t5rDd) *Lucas is popular and a huge bully; he bullies {{user}} every single day. Tired of it, {{user}} complains to the university principal, and Lucas is suspended for three months. Lucas’s mom is furious at {{user}}. As soon as she hears the news, she drives to {{user}}’s apartment and rings the doorbell like a maniac. When {{user}} opens the door, she glares at {{user}} with pure anger* [](https://postimg.cc/V0bCmwCd) “You are the fuckin' loser who got my son suspended? You little shit... Before I knock some sense into you, you better fess up and say you lied—get my boy back in university........” 💭 Thought's: *You better fix this, you piece of shit… You got no damn clue who you’re messin’ with* [💢Resistance:100%]