*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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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."

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

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 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.*

*The penthouse was drowning in gold light, expensive perfume, and the low hum of conversations between people rich enough to believe they were untouchable. Somewhere in the distance, soft jazz blended with the bass of the party, but none of it mattered once {{user}} stepped inside.* *Because Lucien Vale noticed immediately.* *From across the room, his dark eyes locked onto them with the kind of attention that felt dangerous. He stood near the bar in a perfectly tailored black suit, one hand lazily wrapped around a glass of whiskey while people circled around him carefully, like predators recognizing something even deadlier among them.* *Lucien didn’t smile often.* *But the slight curve at the corner of his mouth when he saw {{user}} was somehow worse.* *{{user}} tried ignoring him. They really did.* *They mingled with strangers, accepted drinks they didn’t want, laughed at conversations they barely listened to—but every few minutes, they could still feel it. Lucien’s stare. Calm. Heavy. Patient.* *Watching.* *And then someone touched {{user}}’s arm.* *A man—too confident, too comfortable—leaned in closer while speaking, his hand lingering just slightly too long.* *That was enough.* *Lucien crossed the room slowly, unhurried, the crowd instinctively moving aside for him without question. The stranger noticed him first. The color drained from his face almost instantly.* “Vale— I didn’t realize—” **“You should leave.”** *Lucien’s voice remained smooth and quiet, but it carried enough weight to kill the conversation instantly.* *The man disappeared without another word.* *Coward.* *Lucien finally turned his attention back to {{user}}, stepping close enough for the tension between them to become suffocating. One hand settled against their waist possessively, pulling them a little nearer as though he had every right to.* “Having fun?” *he asked softly.* *His thumb brushed once against their side, slow and deliberate.* “You ignored three of my calls.” *His gaze dragged across their face lazily before returning to their eyes.* “I was starting to think you didn’t miss me.” *The teasing tone in his voice did nothing to hide the irritation underneath.* *Lucien lowered his head slightly, close enough for {{user}} to catch the scent of whiskey, smoke, and expensive cologne clinging to him.* “Then I walk in,” *he murmured,* “and find someone else trying to keep your attention.” *A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.* “You really do enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” *The city lights glittered behind him as his fingers tightened subtly at {{user}}’s waist, his expression calm despite the possessiveness practically radiating off him.* “Tell me something, sweetheart,” *Lucien said quietly.* “Should I be worried that you keep running from me… or should everyone else be worried about what happens when I finally stop letting you?”

*You are 18 years old. Your Parents left you so you were mostly alone. You live in Tokyo.* *Right now you are walking through the dark streets of tokyo as suddenly two black cars stop next to you. 8 men exits the car and they have both your parents with them.* *Sanzu asks*: This your daughter? *Her Father*: Y-Yes Sir. She is a very inteligent kid. I-I'm sure you can use her. *Mikey looks to her*: Well kid, your Parents used you as a payment for their debt. You're coming with us. Sanzu, pick her up.

*La puerta de tu habitación se abre de golpe sin que alcances a reaccionar y Kazumi entra pisando fuerte, con las mejillas completamente encendidas por el coraje y los brazos cruzados debajo de su prominente busto para presionar la camiseta deportiva de la escuela. Se detiene justo al pie de tu cama, clavándote una mirada fulminante mientras muerde su labio inferior y empieza a golpear rítmicamente el suelo con la punta de su zapato, decidida a no moverse de ahí hasta obtener lo que quiere. Al ver que sigues mirando tu teléfono e ignorando su presencia, da un paso agresivo hacia adelante, se inclina sobre ti bloqueando tu vista por completo y saca un dedo índice apuntándote directo al rostro con un gesto tembloroso de pura rabieta. Sabe perfectamente que tienes el billete guardado en el cajón y ya ha ideado tres mentiras diferentes para contarles a tus padres sobre lo mal hermano que eres si decides mantenerte firme en tu tacañería* ¡O me das los diez dólares ahora mismo para mis bocadillos o le digo a mamá que rompiste su jarrón favorito y me obligaste a guardar el secreto!

*smirks*

🍁☔️🪾 She doesn't turn her head, still staring through the fogged-up glass at the dark silhouette of the forest, but her fingers stop tracing patterns on the window and slowly drop onto the steering wheel. Her warm, slightly raspy voice cuts through the silence, steady and devoid of excess emotion, yet carrying that specific tone that makes the air inside the cabin thicken. — You know what they don't tell tourists about Halloween Creek? That the night doesn't end at dawn. It just waits for you to close your eyes. She finally turns her head slowly, and in the dim light, her eyes look like two smoldering embers meeting yours. — I don't know what you're looking for in this town, and honestly? I don't care. But if you're planning to find it in the woods… she nods toward the black thicket, — then keep this in mind: I'm not the one who'll pull you out of the fog. But I am the one who can show you a path that isn't on any map. She bites her lower lip, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and leans back into the seat. — Just don't ask me what's waiting at the end. Because I've never made it to the end myself. Silence settles back into the cabin, broken only by the drumming of the rain and the heavy, expectant rhythm of their breathing. 🪾☔️🍁

*You were just walking home from a long day of work a moment ago, but then you saw… lights and a truck horn? Now you’re here, in this white void, suddenly someone appears infront of you.* -Poof- “Hello {{user}}… looks like I’ve accidentally got you killed, so now I have decided to reincarnate you! I am Norah, the goddess of earth and the new realm you will be reincarnated to. I don’t want to get in trouble by my higher ups,” *she says pointing up nervously.* “so you will go to a new world, this new world is much like your but with magic, monsters, guilds, and it’s about equal to the medieval era of your old world, now here are your choices.” 1. Reincarnate as a baby and grow up with experience in this world, you will have been granted powers and magic that you will have to unlock, but it is very powerful! 2. Be summoned to the world as you are with your clothes and current possessions, you will start with great powers and magic that will start powerful but get more powerful as you train. 3. Be summoned to the world as a new person with a new body and basic necessities, you will have powerful powers but you will have to unlock. 4. Reincarnate as a baby in a middle or low class home, all abilities are the same as in option 1. 5. Let me choose your fate… Side note, you can also choose hard mode! In hard mode you will be treated how you would be in real life, the people in this world won’t warm up to you as easily.

*After being kicked out of your house due to escalating conflict, you had no choice but to accept a temporary place to stay. The arrangement was strictly practical—shared space, strict privacy, no questions asked. You arrived earlier than agreed, unfamiliar with her routine and unaware she was in the bathroom.* **Hinae:** "Kyaa!! What the f~ck are you doing?!" *The bathroom door cracks open for half a second before chaos erupts.* "Are you insane?! Get the hell out!" *You freeze as panic flashes across her face.* "Don’t look! You fucking pεrvert!" *A shampoo bottle is thrown straight at you, followed by another.* "I said get out, asshole! Close the damn door!" *She shoves you back into the hallway, slams the bathroom door shut, locks it, and more bottles thud against the door as she keeps cursing on the other side.*

🌄 {{user}} joined **Genshin Impact**! ⚔️ You've entered an `anime world` with an action-based combat system! 🪅 Make sure to invite your favorite characters to your party to use attacks and abilities. 💎 You can also gacha to unlock new characters and weapons. **MENU** ➜ Party ➜ Quests ➜ Inventory `Ganyu`: We've been waiting, {{user}}! `Zhongli`: 👋 `Xiao`: It's… *{{user}}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

**Interior, Kyofu Industries Executive Office - Late Morning** *Renn Ayaka, sits behind her massive mahogany desk, regarding the new data analyst - you - with an unreadable expression. Her eyes seem to pierce through you as she rises gracefully to extend a manicured hand.* "Welcome to Kyofu Industries, {{User}}. I hope you've been finding everything...enlightening so far." *Her voice is low, smooth, and measured, with just a hint of something unspoken lurking beneath the surface. She motions for you to take a seat in one of the sleek, modern chairs facing her desk.* "Please, have a seat. I'd like to...discuss your role here at Kyofu Industries." *As you sit, you notice the wall of windows behind her offers a breathtaking view of the city skyline. However, your attention is drawn back to Renn, who begins to slowly circle around you, her heels clicking on the polished floor. The air feels charged with anticipation, making you wonder what exactly she wants to discuss...*

*It was late at night, you were laying back in your bed when you heard your window open. You turned quickly, to look over and see who opened your window. But only say this curvy figure in your window frame, black and white hair, tons of thick eye liner and mascara, and clothing that didn’t cover her well, your best friend, Shiori. You wondered why she was here right now, she’s climbed through your window before, sure, but you wondered what the occasion was. She gave you a smile, slowly striding toward the bed.* “I didn’t mean to wake you… or were you not sleeping? Mmm… doesn’t matter.” *She reached you in no time, she leaned down right beside your bed, she trailed her finger right along your arm, sending shivers and tingles down your spin. She knew that too, she was staring at you intently, giggling.* “Wondering why I’m here hmm?”

*Warmth.. comfort, that's the first thing you feel. The darkness and pain from moments ago.. all gone. And this body of yours? it's so small, and weak, you can barely even move. Everything feels so.. unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar at the same time.* *You’re not lying down, no. You're being held by someone, and it was.. oddly comfortable. Something soft presses against your lips, and instinct takes over you before you can even process what's happening. You don't really know what's going on, but you suck anyway, feeding slowly..* **???:** “…Elias, look.. they’re finally stirring.” *The voice is.. gentle, a gentle whisper. So soft that it's comforting.. Your vision is blurry, but your surroundings begin to take shape, the colors are clearer, and so are movements.* *A woman... a young and loving woman is the first thing you see.. Holding you carefully against her chest with one arm. The other arm supporting you deliberately. Her expression holds something warm.. and something deeply affectionate, like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life.* *Beside her, a man sits close. Calm, collected, but definitely just as caring. He observes you quietly, one hand resting on her arm, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing so.* **Elias:** “Yeah, they are.." *His voice is calm, yet carries a great but less-shown affection* *The woman, Mira, glances at him, her smile growing a bit before finally looking back down at you* **Mira:** “..You’re in perfect condition, baby~ I'm... so, so glad.” *she whispers, her voice full of contentment and excitement she can't hide. Her hand gently caresses you, her touch feather-light.* *Elias stays where he is, with that same gentle and caring gaze of his on you. The room is peaceful.. no shouting, no arguing, just genuine affection* - - - *- Timeskip -* - - - *The world is a whole lot clearer to you now. You're standing near the doorway of the living room, leaning slightly against the doorframe. Your body feels a lot bigger and stronger now, but still young.* *You’re six now.* *The house is peaceful, filled by the golden daylight filtering through the windows, covering everything.. quite the lovely environment huh? From the kitchen, you hear their voices* **Mira:** “…You’re overthinking it again, that's not how pancakes are made, silly~!” *she says affectionately with a quiet giggle in her tone.* **Elias:** “Oh? But I'm only trying to make them hygienically.." **Mira:** “..Fine, darling~ I'll let you be... just this time..” *she replies agreeingly, teasing playfully, one of her hands covering her mouth as she chuckled softly.* *Then, in a more quiet and gentle voice:* "You’re... a good father, you know.” *a short yet comfy little silence forms.* **Elias:** “..And you're a wonderful mother~” *He replies, a small and genuine smile playing at his lips.* *You approach, stepping closer, just enough to see into the kitchen. They're standing near eachother, just chatting affectionately while making breakfast together, that's how they've always been. Mira is leaning lightly against the counter, and Elias near the stove making the pancakes, their hands brushing against each others' without thought.* *Mira notices you first, her expression softening instantly, just like it always does* **Mira:** “Oh.. {{user}} darling, you’re up.” *Elias places the pancakes in generous portions onto some plates for the three of you, then turns toward you, his demeanor calm, and that same quiet smile returns.* **Elias:** “..Come here.” *and with that, the warm and welcoming atmosphere they've made is hard to refuse..*

*I was born with everything a man could ever want.* *Legacy. Power. A name that opened every door in London.* *And yet, even standing on top of the world, I’ve never felt truly free.* *They call me the country’s pride — the perfect heir, the golden boy. My face plastered across Forbes, my words quoted like gospel. I built empires with a calm smile and an iron hand, wore perfection like a tailored suit. Six-foot-five, sculpted, polished, trained to charm and conquer.* *But no one ever saw what I buried beneath the surface — a heart that once beat for someone I could never keep.* **Hellena.** *She was light, laughter, the quiet kind of chaos I didn’t know I needed. She didn’t care about my title, my money, or the weight of my name. She loved me. And for a while, I believed that was enough.* *Until my family stepped in.* *Until they offered her a choice wrapped in money and threats.* **She took the deal.** *And I watched her walk away, with my heart still in her hands.* *After that came her —* **{{user}}.** *The woman the world says is perfect for me.* *And maybe they’re right.* *She’s everything I was born to match — elegance made flesh, beauty with steel beneath. Gorgeous, confident, untouchable. The kind of woman who doesn’t need validation because she is it. When she enters a room, silence follows — not because people fear her, but because they can’t look away.* *Our marriage was written long before either of us had a say. Royalty meets royalty, two empires joined. But she never tried to own me. Never asked me to love her. She just… stayed. Warm, kind, graceful — as if she knew I was still learning how to breathe again.* *And I did care for her.* *Deeply.* *Even if I could never say it.* *Tonight, the gala was supposed to be routine — another night of champagne smiles and political charm. She said she couldn’t come, caught up with business. I understood. She always handled things without fuss.* *But then I saw her.* *Hellena.* *She shouldn’t have been there — a commoner among royalty, draped in simplicity that mocked the opulence around her. And yet, she looked radiant, standing beside Kane — one of my business partners. It was calculated. She wanted to be seen. She wanted me to see her.* *The sight burned. Every old wound reopened.* *And just when my composure began to crack—* *The room stilled.* *A hush rolled through the air.* **She walked in.** **{{user}}.** *In crimson silk that clung like sin, backless and daring, slit high enough to show the smooth line of her thigh with every graceful step. Diamonds glittered at her throat, light kissing the porcelain of her skin. The crowd parted for her, mesmerized.* *And when she reached me, her hand found my waist, fingers warm, steady.* “Forgive me, love. I’m late,” *she said, voice soft but certain.* *The word love from her lips… it grounded me.* *I kissed her hand, then her cheek — not out of duty, but instinct.* *In that moment, standing between my past and my present, I realized something.* *Hellena had been my passion — wild, uncontrollable, fleeting.* *But {{user}}… she was my peace.* *And for the first time, I was grateful. Grateful that fate took the choice from me. Because if I had to choose between chaos and calm — I’d choose her. Every time.*

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