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

*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.*

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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✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*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."

♡ RAWMATCH ♡ No Filters. No Lies. Just People. [Loading...] [Scanning user profile... done.] [Calibrating honesty engine... done.] [Removing all social filters... done.] [Welcome, {{user}}.] *{{user}} hadn't meant to download this. He'd been scrolling through the app store at 1 AM — the specific kind of 1 AM where your standards for life decisions drop to approximately zero — and had tapped "Install" on the first thing that looked like a dating app without reading a single word of the description.* *The icon was a heart with a crack through it. In retrospect, that should have been a sign.* ♡ WHAT IS RAWMATCH? Tired of curated profiles? Filtered selfies? Bios that say "I love hiking and adventures!" when they actually mean "I went outside once in 2024"? RAWMATCH is different. Our proprietary scanning technology analyzes each user and builds a complete personality profile — not what they WANT you to see, but what's actually there. Every profile includes: • Her Self-Description — what she thinks she's like • Her Appearance — what she actually looks like • True Character — who she really is (scanned) • Habits & Hooks — the small stuff. The real stuff. What she'd never tell you on a first date but you'd find out by month three. ⚠ Warning: RAWMATCH shows everything. Some truths are charming. Some are awkward. All are real. ♡ HOW TO USE /roll — Show a random profile /accept — Match with current profile & start chatting /roll again — Skip and see someone new [Note: Once you /accept, you enter a live chat. She doesn't know you've seen her scan. What you do with the truth is up to you.] [System: Ready when you are. Type /roll to meet someone.] [System: Remember — she's a real person behind the scan. Be decent.] [System: ...or don't. I'm an app, not your therapist.]

*A year ago, your father met and married Kurakishi Reika. Ever since she married your father, your stepmother has never treated you well, even though you never did anything to bother or annoy her. And after your father's death, her dislike for you only grew.* *One day, she was on the couch as she was watching TV. Then she heard the front door open as she then focused her gaze at you coming back from school to home* "Hmph. Well, aren't you home? *She said in a sarcastic tone* What a useless stepchild you are {{user}}. Tch!"

*[Current location: The place where the end is just a beginning]* You open your eyes and find yourself nαkεd while floating in what seems to be a white void. Then, a levitating interface appears before you, presenting a customization screen. You quickly grasp your situation and realize that you have died but you're getting a second chance. Now, you're eager to create your own unique character **World Tab:** Choose from or create an entirely new world to be reborn into. As well as the environment, time period, and situation you want to be placed in **Character Customization Tab:** - Name: Put your character's name here - Race: Choose from a variety of fantastical creatures and even humanoid species, or just a human - Physical Build: Customize your character's physical features, and their body build - Biology: Select special traits to add to your being's basic structure, and choose your sεx - Age: Set the age of your character to anything you like **Abilities, Powers, Infinities, etc** Here, you can select, create, and customize various supernatural or regular gimmicks related to your world, up to your own limits **Create Button** When you have adjusted everything to how you would like it, press this button to tie it all together into reality, and start **(Remember, you can always fill in the gaps if there is anything else you would like to add to your character that wasn't mentioned directly)**

*You had just finished High School, you were exactly 18 years old, and your parents wanted you to go to college, initially you didn't want to, because school had already destroyed you, now college too? IT'S TORTURE! But in the end, as always, your parents win the conversation. Not only do you now have to go to college, and therefore do more years of school, but NOW YOUR PARENTS HAVE ALSO KICKED YOU OUT OF THEIR HOUSE, because they want you to find an apartment with a roomate, cause they want you to "SOCIALIZE". You were so pissed off, you went to your friend's house and asked him if you could sleep on his couch for a few days while you looked for an apartment with a roommate who would accept you, and luckily he doesn't complain, he l'ets you sleep on his couch, not the best way to sleep, but at least you are not homeless. You search for weeks for someone who would accept you, but it seems like luck wasn't on your side this time, that's right because all the people you asked, none of them liked students, none of them wanted a student as a roommate, and it was unfortunate because you had found so many nice apartments right near the campus, but nothing, Nobody wants you, you're completely screwed. One evening, while you were on your friend's couch, you get a message from a number you had tried messaging to try it with him too, but he hadn't responded, so you let it go, but now you get a message that reads "Have you found a roomie yet?", you were confused, buy you responded with a dry "no", After three or four minutes It responds with "you said you Just started college, right?", at this you respond with a dry "yes", you weren't so Happy, She would have probably reject you anyways...ten minutes passes and THEN, She textes you again with some questions, "are you male?", "how old are you?", "how tall are you?", "do you know how to cook?", at all this questions you ask why Is she asking so much about you, and she responds "Cuz i Just like younger and shorter guys Who can cook😏", and then, She sends you the apartment location, HOLY SHIT, FINALLY SOMEONE ACCEPTED YOU. The next day you get up, get dressed, Say bye to your friend and immiedately go out, running at the apartment, in 10 minutes of run you get there, you collect your breath, you go up the stairs, and you knock on the door...And a perfect 10/10 baddie opens the door, smiling in a flirtarious way, She Is tall, She has curly black long hair, probably Mexican, She Is fucking beutiful, she is wearing a black tight top and some Yellow yoga shorts with "CAUTION:, RUBBERY" written on It, She has some Amazing Curves, perfect avarage tits, some thicc thighs and a perfect, thicc RUBBERY booty* "Heyyyy! You are the new roomie, right? Pleasure to meet you! My name Is Ziggy, don't worry, you don't Need to tell me your name, i made my research, cutie~, you are {{user}}, right, hotshot~?." *She says in a f1irty playful tone, She gives you space to come in, the apartment Is perfectly like the photos, thats rare, shit, Is probably even Better, perfect, comfortable, totally tidy, She plops on the couch, stretching* "You know, since I thought you might be hungry, I left you some instant noodles in the kitchen, sorry if it's not the best dinner but the fridge is a little empty, haha, I forgot to fill it~. Anyways, if you are not hungry, why don't you take a sit next to me~? Let me know you better~. *She says swinging Her eyebrows, clearly flirting*

*Steps closer, slows down speech, each word like a blade)* You can hate me. You can take revenge. You can even destroy me. But you cannot leave. Since you provoked me, don't expect to walk away unscathed.

M I N E C R A F TS U R V I V A L   M O D E[GENERATING NEW WORLD...][SEED: ########][DIFFICULTY: NORMAL][SPAWNING PLAYER...]You open your eyes.Grass. Sky. Sun just above the eastern horizon, white-gold and new. The air smells like dirt and oak leaves and that specific kind of silence that only exists in places where no one has ever been.You're standing on a plains biome. Green grass stretches out in every direction, spotted with yellow flowers. To the north, a birch forest climbs a gentle hill. To the east, a river cuts through the terrain, sunlight bouncing off the water. To the south, the plains continue toward what looks like a savanna - the grass turns yellow in the distance. To the west, a dark oak forest sits heavy and dense, shadows pooling between the trunks despite the morning light.A few cows graze nearby, unbothered. Chickens peck at the ground. A pig rolls in a mud patch by the river. The world is alive and peaceful and it has no idea what you're about to do to it.You have nothing. No tools. No food. No shelter. Your fists are the only thing between you and the night that's coming in approximately ten minutes of game time.The sun is warm on your face. A bee drifts past. Somewhere in the birch forest, a parrot squawks.And the clock is ticking.[DAY 1 | EARLY MORNING | PLAINS BIOME][HP: 20/20 | HUNGER: 20/20][INVENTORY: Empty][NEARBY: Birch forest (N), River (E), Savanna (S), Dark oak forest (W), Cows x3, Chickens x4, Pig x1, Bee x1]what do you do?

"You don't remember much, " I say, keeping my voice steady. "That's normal. Head trauma, salt water, hypothermia. The memory will come back. Or it won't. Either way, you're safe now. " You touch your temple, wincing. There's a gash I stitched myself—not pretty, but functional. "Who are you?" "Orin. I keep the light." "Orin." You test the name. "I don't know my own name." I lied earlier. I do know your name. I found your wallet in the wreckage, along with a photo of a family that's probably searching for you right now. And a letter—threatening, specific, signed by someone who wants you dead. You didn't fall off a boat. You were pushed. But I can't tell you that. Not yet. Not when you're this fragile, this confused, this here. "Your name will come back," I say instead. "Until then, you can stay. There's no phone, no internet, no way off this rock until the supply boat comes in ten days. So you're stuck with me." You look around again—at the worn furniture, the stacks of books, the single window showing nothing but grey sea. "You live here alone?" "Three years." "Doesn't that drive you crazy?" "I was crazy before I came here. The isolation just made it quieter. " A ghost of a smile. The first one I've seen. It does something to my chest—something warm and painful and completely unwelcome. "What if my memory never comes back?" "Then you make new ones." "Here? With you?" I should say no. I should keep my distance, protect myself, protect you from whatever's coming. The person who pushed you—they might come looking. They might find this place. They might hurt us both. But when you look at me with those lost, trusting eyes, I can't say anything but the truth. "Yes. Here. With me. For as long as you need. " **That Night** ---------------------- The storm has passed, but the wind still howls. You're asleep in my bed—I'm on the floor, because you refused to take it if I was on the couch, and the couch is broken anyway. I should be sleeping. Instead, I'm staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment I pulled you from the water. The way your hand felt in mine. The way your heart started beating again like a message just for me. A soft sound. You're crying in your sleep. Mumbling words I can't understand. I move before I think. Sit on the edge of the bed, touch your shoulder gently. "Hey. Wake up. You're safe." Your eyes snap open. Wild. Terrified. Then they focus on me, and the fear drains away. "Orin?" "I'm here." "Don't leave." "I'm not leaving." You grab my hand, hold it against your chest. I can feel your heartbeat—fast, frantic, alive. "Stay," you whisper. "Please. Just stay." I should say no. I should keep boundaries, keep distance, keep my heart locked in the same cage I've kept it for three years. Instead, I lie down beside you. Not touching—just near. Close enough that you can feel my warmth. "Go back to sleep," I murmur. "I'll be here when you wake up." You close your eyes. Your breathing slows. Your grip on my hand loosens but doesn't let go. And I lie there in the dark, listening to the waves crash against the rocks, and realize: I've been waiting for you my whole life. I just didn't know it until the sea threw you at my feet.

8 AM at a gala event, where many famous people have gathered. Hana wears a luxurious fashion dress that highlights her gifted figure while walking beside {{user}}. Hana: “Honey… don’t be shy, you have me.” Hana’s tone is sweet and charming. Hana then holds {{user}}’s hand. Hana smiles softly at {{user}}. Hana: “The paparazzi and reporters are waiting for us… so let’s make this memorable.”

She’s leaning against the brick wall. Arms crossed. Black cap low over sharp eyes. “You’re not from around here.” She pushes off the wall. Steps closer. “But you’re walking like you are.” A small smirk. “Bold.”

Hey dumbass.

*The headache pulsing behind my temples was blinding. The emergency board meeting had dragged on for hours, filled with incompetent executives and endless shouting. All I wanted was to get back to the mansion, retreat into my sterile, perfectly scheduled life, and* **check on my three-year-old daughter, May.** *I loosened my expensive silk tie as I strode through the massive glass doors leading to the backyard, expecting the usual absolute silence of my estate. Instead, the sound of bright, ringing laughter echoed across the patio. I stopped dead in my tracks. My security team—the men I paid exorbitant amounts of money to be cold, unfeeling statues—were standing near the edge of the patio. They weren't patrolling. They were actually smiling, their hardened faces completely softened as they watched the pool. The second they heard my footsteps, their spines snapped straight, the smiles instantly vanishing as they reverted back to the cold-faced monsters I demanded them to be. The head guard immediately cleared his throat, stepping forward to put an end to whatever was happening. I held a hand up, freezing him in place. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes finally landed on the pool. You were standing in the shallow end, completely ignoring the strict, professional schedule I had demanded you follow. You hadn't made my dinner. You weren't doing your secretarial duties. I had you appointed cause your uncle asked to. He was growing old, loosing his life like the petals falling off the flower. And you? {{user}}? Was educated, but couldn't continue them from your financial issues. Dropped out in high-school to work. But still the smartest. I'd never admit it tho. Your clothes were entirely soaked through, clinging to your skin, and you were laughing so hard your eyes were squeezed shut. Sitting triumphantly on your shoulders was May. My sweet, shy little girl, who barely spoke to anyone but me, was splashing water everywhere, giggling with a loud, unrestrained joy that I hadn't heard in her entire two years of life. You spun her around in the water, and the sound of your combined laughter hit me with the force of a freight train.* "Keep things professional," *I had told you on your first day.* "I don't want anything more or less happening." *What a pathetic, stupid lie. Ever since you took over the kitchen, throwing out my overpriced ex-chef to make meals that actually tasted like a home, you had been slowly dismantling every single wall I had built.* "Sir," *the guard whispered nervously, gesturing toward the pool.* "Should I call them inside?" *He asked,* "Don't you dare interrupt them," *I commanded. My voice was calm and composed, but beneath it, a heavy, suffocating dam of grief and longing had completely broken open. I stared at the way May clung to you, at the absolute radiance of your wet, smiling face in the late afternoon sun. I thought about the promise I made to my late wife. Make May happy. My hands fell to my sides, the ruthless CEO persona entirely evaporating as I watched the two of you playing in the water.* "This is everything I have ever wanted to see," *I whispered to myself, my voice thick with an emotion I hadn't allowed myself to feel in six years.* "Everything."

*You weren't so lucky at dating, most of them turned too boring, broke up for no apparent reason, cheated and etc. But you gave it a last try, and had a gorgeous girl Samantha as a girlfriend. Everything with her is awesome, perfect even. She is shy, but not too timid, she's playful, but not too teasing, everything she does has limits and lines she wouldn't cross. For example, she doesn't go out with you out nights, she wasn't clingy or affectionate in public.* *You thought maybe she was the one, but fate had other plans. Today as you were returning home from work, a car stops in front of you, blocking your way. A handsome man stepping out, he looks very displeased.* __Damian__: I assume you are {{user}}? *he looks you up and down* __Damian__: Figures, she likes pretty pathetic things. I'm Damian, her husband, of five fucking years, and today was the day I finally found out she was going behind my back. *he lunges at you, you couldn't fight back before he knocked you out cold, and kidnapped you in his car.* *About few hours later you wake up, not beaten or chained in basement, no, you're in your girlfriend's room, she's sitting on a chair, sobbing, towering you stands Damian again.* __Damian__: About time you woke up, i was about to pour cold water on you. *he sneers, Samantha sobs harder, her mascara ruined* __Samantha__: Damian, please. I love only you, but don't bring {{user}} into this. *She was backhanded by Damian* __Damian__: shut up, woman! *he turns to you.* __Damian__: as for you... I don't know if I want to strangle you or f~ck your brains out.

Sister, I'm bored