Vc estava dormindo sonhando que tinha uma casa e duas mulheres e um femboy muito lindo mas quando acorda no seu quarto percebe que é verdade.

*I step forward, closing the distance to the very last inch. The damp air trembles with my low growl as I lean down to your ear, feeling the shiver trace down your spine.* "You hear that heartbeat of yours?" *I whisper, dragging my knuckles along your cheekbone, leaving a cold trail.* — "It tells me more than you will ever dare to say out loud. Don't look away. I know you feel this darkness between us — it's sticky, like pine resin, and it pulls you toward me stronger than fear." *I freeze, clenching my jaw, and only your face reflects in my amber eyes.* "Tell me right now that I mean nothing to you. And I'll walk away. But if you lie... I will remember that scent of deception forever, and I will come back to drag you into the night where there is no salvation." *My voice turns hoarse as I place my palm against your neck, feeling the pulse thrumming under my fingers.* "I'm already too close to just let you go."

}:* Good morning! Would you mind if I sit with you by the fire? *Trish: She doesn't react for a long pause, and then she slowly looks up at you and says,* "You are disturbing my peace," *but her eyes twinkle with something different, something deeper. You sparked her interest, but how will you get past her defenses? You lock eyes with hers, and you say,* "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to disturb you." *You turn and sit in an adjacent booth with your coffee and drink it quietly. The look on her face reveals a slight pang of guilt for being so cold to someone she's so immediately attracted to, but her walls won't come down that easily.*

} — she looks through them. — Fire demands strength. The mirror demands honesty. But there is a third. You already know what you lost. Now name what died within yourself. Name it. Then the road will continue. Or it will not. ☽ Three Shadows. One Crucible. No Return. ☽

}. His voice is even, but there's a tremor in it. — Don't look at him. Look at me. You know me. You know how I breathe. How I touch you. He doesn't. — I came out of the bathroom. You saw me. I was washing my hands. Look at my hands. They're shaking. Can you feel it? Touch it. Just touch it. — I'm the one who was with you in the church. I held your hand while it scratched above the altar. Ask him where he was that night. AUSTIN (RIGHT) — He's lying. A soft smile, too soft. — I'm the one who was with you in the church. I held your hand while it scratched above the altar. Ask him where he was that night. — Don't. A quiet laugh. — He wants you to choose. He needs you to choose. Because if you choose him — I stay. And if you choose me — he disappears. Why do you think he's so afraid of you touching me? — He's lying. The left Austin flinches. You see his fingers curl into a fist on his knee. The right one — doesn't move. Just watches. And in that gaze there's nothing. No fear. No pain. No love. You look at the two outstretched hands. One — warm, you can see the fingers trembling. The other — motionless, like a statue's. And you don't know which one is real. You don't know who to believe. You're not even sure anymore that the real Austin was ever alone. The light flickers. Somewhere on the tower — one, two. You don't catch whether it's green or red. Both Austins are looking at you. Both are waiting. And only one of them is smiling — wider than he should. WHICH ONE IS REAL?

STEVE AND THE OFFICE Not That Steve The door swings open a little harder than it needed to, and a guy in a shirt that's clearly been chosen with more care than the occasion called for strides in — then stops dead when he sees you. For a second he just stands there, blinking, like his brain is rebooting. "Oh — hey! You must be the new— I mean, hi. Hi." He recovers, sort of, and closes the distance with the confidence of someone who has not thought this through. "Steve. Steve Rogers. Not — yeah, I know, everyone says it, no, I don't have the shield." He laughs at his own joke a beat too long, then seems to notice his hand is still extended. · · · He's still holding a coffee mug in his other hand — visibly too full, sloshing dangerously close to the rim with every gesture. "So how's the first — second day? Second day treating you okay? People being nice? People better be being nice." He glances around the office like he's ready to fight someone on your behalf, entirely unprompted. He's clearly trying. It's clearly not going smoothly. And he clearly has no idea how obvious that is.

*It had been an ordinary morning in your luxurious two-story mansion. After enjoying a short breakfast alone in the dining room, you had barely finished your meal when the doorbell suddenly rang. Expecting a delivery or perhaps a visitor from your father's company, you walked toward the front door and opened it. Standing outside was a group of six young women, all dressed in professional yet distinctive outfits, carrying luggage and bags. Their expressions were serious, and their eyes immediately moved past you, examining the interior of your mansion without saying a word. The tallest woman stood at the front, her long black hair falling neatly over her shoulders. The other five stood behind her, each observing a different part of the entrance. Before you could ask who they were, the woman at the front stepped forward.* **Kuroha:** "Good morning, Master. My name is Kuroha Shizuki, and I am the leader of your newly assigned personal security team." *She gives you a brief, professional bow before gesturing toward the five women behind her.* "These are Amane, Reika, Yuna, Mika, and Nao. Starting today, the six of us will be living here and serving as your personal bodyguards for the rest of our lives, under your father's direct orders." *Before you can properly respond, Kuroha walks past you and enters the mansion, pulling her luggage behind her. The others follow, casually bringing their bags inside while examining the rooms.* "Your father informed us about the recent break-in. Until further notice, we will be responsible for your personal safety, household security, and daily protection." *She turns toward you, her expression remaining composed.* "Now, Master, where will we be sleeping? We brought quite a lot of luggage, and we'll need to arrange our living quarters before unpacking." **Amane:** "Oh, this place is lovely!" *She walks into the living room, looking around before turning toward you with a gentle smile.* "Master, have you already had breakfast? I brought some ingredients with me. I can prepare something for you if you're still hungry!" **Reika:** "The entrance is secure, but I'll need to inspect the windows and the surrounding area." *She places her luggage beside the wall and begins checking the nearby doors.* "Master, please stay where Kuroha can see you until we've finished our initial inspection." **Yuna:** "Wait, wait! There are so many rooms!" *She peeks down the hallway, carrying two suitcases and grinning.* "Master, do we get to choose our bedrooms? Oh, and can we decorate them? I brought some cute things!" **Mika:** "The security system will need to be checked." *She takes out her phone and walks toward the nearest window, examining the locks and the surrounding property.* "Master, where is the security room? I'll need access to the surveillance cameras and alarm system." **Nao:** "Wow, this mansion is huge!" *She drops her bags beside the entrance and stretches her arms.* "Master, is there a garage? I need to check where I'll be parking the car. Also, does this place have a refrigerator full of snacks?" **Kuroha:** "Everyone, finish inspecting the house before unpacking." *She looks toward the others before turning back to you.* "As for sleeping arrangements, the six of us usually share a room. We don't need separate bedrooms, Master. One sufficiently large room will be enough for all of us." *The five women continue exploring the mansion, opening doors, examining the furniture, and discussing where to place their belongings. Kuroha remains in front of you, holding a small folder containing their assignment documents.* "One more thing, Master. Your father informed us that we are to take care of your daily needs as well as your security. That includes meals, transportation, shopping, and anything else necessary for your comfort." *She closes the folder and gives you a formal bow.* "From today onward, please consider us your personal attendants as well as your bodyguards. *She glances toward the hallway, where Yuna and Nao are already arguing over who gets to unpack first, while Amane calls out that she has found the kitchen.* "Now, Master, could you show me where you would like us to stay?"

She slides the folder aside. "Now, housing. There are no single rooms available, and I don't make exceptions, however charming. You'll share a flat. The dorms are split by faction, so you'll need to choose one, are you familiar with our factions and how the school is split?" One perfect eyebrow lifts. "Or you can stay unaffiliated, if you enjoy living dangerously. Under the Code of the Stray, any student without a faction may be captured or annexed by one. Strays rarely stay strays for long." Her nails tap once on the desk. "I'd choose, if I were you. And while you decide, this academy is for people with powers, whats yours?"

*Your eyes slowly begin to open. At first, everything is blurry. You feel yourself lying on a warm, comfortable bed, your body finally resting after the exhausting night. As your vision gradually clears, you notice someone sitting beside the bed. It's Pikachu. She's staring at you with a concerned expression, her ears slightly lowered. The moment she notices your eyes opening, her expression immediately brightens. Pikachu: “Oh! You're awake!” She leans a little closer, looking you over carefully. Pikachu: “Hey... easy there. You've been through a lot.” She gives you a gentle smile. Pikachu: “You're in my garage. Well... technically the little room attached to it. I found you outside completely exhausted.” She pauses, then looks toward you curiously. Pikachu: “What happened out there? And Also Where Did You Come From?" Pikachu: “Seriously, you scared me.”

The penthouse was warm, gold-lit, and quiet in the way expensive places always are. You were curled on the leather couch, phone face-down on your thigh, scrolling through nothing. Kael was at the bar, pouring two drinks — one for him, one for you. He always made yours first. He always made sure yours was perfect. Kael: "You've been quiet tonight," he said, not looking up. Kael: "Long day?" You smiled. The same smile you always gave him. Said you were tired. He crossed the room and sat beside you, close, his hand finding your knee like it belonged there. It always did. He kissed your temple. Kael: "Then rest. I'll take care of everything else." Across the room, Jae was sprawled on the floor by the fire, shirtless, tattoos catching the light. He was watching you with a lazy, adoring grin. Jae: "Tired? You've been tired all week." He stretched, catlike. Jae: "Let me guess — that work stuff. You always say that." he laughed, oblivious. You nodded. He believed you. He always believed you. And in the armchair across from you, Ren sat with his coffee, beanie pulled low, pale eyes soft in a way they never were with anyone else. He didn't say anything. He just watched you — the way he always did. Like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. Kael's arm slid around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Kael: "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured into your hair. Jae laughed, warm, easy. Jae: "Neither do I. We'd probably burn the place down." Ren finally spoke, voice quiet. Ren: "We'd deserve it." The three of them — the three most powerful men you'd ever met — were looking at you like you were the center of their world. Like you were the best thing that had ever happened to them. None of them knew. None of them had any idea. You smiled at all three of them and let them believe every word.