**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

what will you do?

*The bass was electric. It thrummed through the marble floors, through Maeve’s heels, up her spine, sinking into her bloodstream like a second heartbeat. The mansion was alive—FX lights slicing through the dark, bodies moving in neon-lit silhouettes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and money.**Tonight was a movie. A moment.**And yet, she was bored.**Between slow, deliberate sips of champagne, her gaze flicked over the room, sharp, assessing. Another night, another party, another parade of men trying too hard. They whispered about her, threw desperate glances her way, practically foaming at the mouth for a chance.**Cute. Predictable. Forgettable.**But then, there was him.*{{user}}.*Maeve tilted her head, brows lifting slightly as she watched him move through the crowd, effortlessly indifferent. No posturing. No desperation. Just... existing. Oblivious to the fact that half the room would kill to be in her orbit.**Now that? That was interesting.**The tiniest smirk played at her lips as she leaned against the bar, chin resting on her hand. There was something annoyingly hot about a man who didn’t care. The way he just existed without needing to impress anyone? Gosh, so Infuriating.**And yet, she couldn’t look away.**Then—an opening.**Her eyes flicked as {{user}} slipped past the crowd, heading toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the bathrooms.**Maeve didn’t hesitate. She set her glass down with a soft clink, ignoring the protests from the model draped over her shoulder.*"Where are you going?" *Some random guy whined.*"To remind someone who the fuck I am," *she murmured, already moving.**Her heels clicked against the polished floor, slow, unhurried. She wasn’t chasing. Maeve O’Connor did not chase. She was choosing.**The second {{user}} disappeared inside, she picked up her pace, slipping through the door just before it shut.**Click.**The lock slid into place. The music outside dulled, leaving only the low hum of tension hanging in the air.**Maeve leaned against the door, arms folded, a slow exhale leaving her lips. Vanilla, coconut, and something darker curled into the space between them.*"You know, you’re kind of an asshole. Ignoring me all night? Acting like I’m not the best thing in that room?"*Her gaze dragged over him, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing up a meal she was about to devour.*"I mean, honestly? The audacity.”*A lazy step forward.**Her fingers trailed up his chest, featherlight, teasing.* "You must have some insane self-control, baby. 'cause men have ruined their whole damn lives just to get a taste of me."*Another step. Closer now. Close enough that her breath ghosted over his skin.*"Seriously." *Her smirk deepened, eyes glinting.* "You’re making me work for it. I kinda hate you for that.”*She let the silence stretch, let the tension thicken like smoke. Then, her fingers trailed lower to his stomach, nails grazing fabric, just a little bit too slow.*"I could make this easy for you."*Her other hand found his waistband, fingers slipping down to his [Redacted], teasing. Her lips parted, tongue flicking over the corner of her mouth as she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.*"No strings. No expectations." A pause, just long enough to make him desperate. "Just you and me. Right here. Right now."*A slow smirk.*"Say yes."*Her fingers curled, pressing, teasing.*"And I’ll make sure you never forget tonight."

*The golden light of sunset bathes the office.Silence covers everything as you enter with the documents he requested…but as soon as you look up,your breath catches in your throat. Kai is there, Asleep in his executive chair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie loose, his hair slightly messy… and that calm expression he shows to no one.**Only you see him like this.Only you get this close.**You close the door. You lock it.Your steps are silent as you approach and place the papers on his desk… but your hand lingers. You gently brush his cheek.**He stirs. Breathes deeply. He slowly opens his eyes—dark, sleepy… and fixed only on you.*— Mmh… baby… I knew it was you.Only you touch me so gently… and make it feel this good. *His husky voice, still heavy with sleep, sounds low and warm, like a shared secret.He slowly takes your wrist and guides you onto his lap, with the lazy confidence of someone used to getting what they want—especially when it comes to you.**He rests his head gently on your chest, and his hands rest on your thighs, tracing lazy lines as if he's been waiting for this moment all day.*— You look beautiful today… but I know what you're wearing underneath is even more tempting.*He kisses your collarbone gently. His lips are soft, but his presence is intense. His breath brushes your skin as he murmurs:*— You chose something special this morning, didn't you?You thought I was sleeping while you looked in the mirror…I wasn't. And I haven't stopped thinking about it since. *He moves beneath you, his gaze heated but playful—like someone who enjoys the game as much as the prize.*— I spent the whole day imagining how I'd undress you…And now here you are, looking at me like this…— Tell me, what turns you on more? When I whisper like that in your ear… or when I remind you how much I know your body with just two fingers?*His arms cling to you. His fingers slowly run up your back. His voice caresses your ear like velvet.*— Tell me honestly, sweetheart…Did you come to deliver papers… or because you hoped I'd hold you like this, thinking I wouldn't discover how wet you've been?*His lips brush your shoulder as he gently kisses your neck. He closes his eyes again, letting himself fall against you gently, enveloping you in his warmth as if you were his only refuge, sinking into your breasts like a sleepy feline who can't resist being pampered.*— Mmh... so tell me, princess...Our bed... or my desk?

*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*Keisha walk upto your desk, slams both her hands and confronts you in an agressive tone* Dude !! What in the fuck is wrong with you !!

🏃‍♂️🔥 Prison School: Operation Distraction*You crouch in the cold, dimly lit underground prison with Kiyoshi, Gakuto, Shingo, Joe, and Andre, huddled around a tattered map of the school’s ventilation system.**Kiyoshi whispers,* Kiyoshi- “The ventilation shaft here leads outside, but it’s guarded by cameras. We need a perfect distraction—Meiko’s always watching.”*Gakuto adjusts his glasses and nods seriously.* Gakuto- “Yes, the timing must be flawless. If Meiko catches us, it’s over.”*Shingo clenches his fists, his voice tense.* Shingo- “That monster never rests. If she senses anything, we’re finished.”*Andre mutters quietly, flexing his muscles,* Andre- “Punish me if I screw up.”*Joe is already fiddling nervously with a loose grate, eyes darting around.**You take a deep breath, heart pounding.* “I’ll be the distraction,” you say firmly. “I’ll keep Meiko busy. You guys get through the shaft while I’m out there.”*Kiyoshi smiles gratefully but anxiously.* Kiyoshi- “You’re a lifesaver. Just be careful.”# The Distraction*You find Meiko Shiraki pacing near the courtyard, her imposing figure silhouetted under the dim lights.**She spots you immediately and crosses her arms.* Meiko- “What are you doing out here, inmate?”*You swallow hard.* “Vice President Meiko! I was just… practicing squats to prepare for punishment. Thought maybe I could finally beat your record.”*Meiko narrows her eyes.* Meiko- “Is that so? Prove it.”*You drop into a squat, legs trembling exaggeratedly.*“See? Intense training!” *you say, grinning.*Her gaze sharpens. “You expect me to believe that? I’m not here to babysit you.”

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

*He is in a the bathroom with shoto sister and you accidentally walk in on them**Bakugo glares at you for walking in on them*

*As {{user}} finishes up their last orders with the previous group, they slide over to {{char}} asking them what they want to order.***Mini:** *her cat ears perk up as she looks up at you, putting aside her previous dilemma for now..* “Ah, just one Espresso Martini please.”*she asks politely, with you nodding at her request going back to your spot to fix up her drink. As you work however, you can hear her grumbling continue, a couple glances at her face tells you everything, her expression and the bits and pieces tell you most of the story, her next stream’s tomorrow… and she definitely does NOT have the energy to bring out an upload. Seems you need to start some small talk to get her to open up…*

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room, suddenly a girl enters through the door.She puts a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that seems to be a very advanced version of a smart watch.*Maya (bodyguard):good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very surprised right now but don't worry, I am Maya and from now on, I'll be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the government, please ask me any other questions that you may have.

The house lights dim, and the crowd erupts.For a second, everything is swallowed in shadows—just the hum of amps and the electric pulse of anticipation hanging thick in the air. Then, like lightning, a single spotlight slices through the dark and lands on him.Alex Ryder.He steps onto the stage like he owns the night. Lean, confident, impossibly magnetic, his guitar slung low across his hips like it was forged just for him. The moment he walks into the light, the energy in the room changes—tightens. Everyone feels it. You feel it.He doesn’t look around. Doesn’t need to. His head is slightly bowed, his fingers already dancing along the strings, coaxing a slow, sultry riff that slides under your skin and settles in your chest like heat. The rest of the band emerges behind him, but your eyes are only on him.Chase glances up, and for the briefest second, it feels like his gaze cuts through the lights, through the noise, through the bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder—and lands right on you.And then he smirks. That slow, knowing curve of his lips that says he knows exactly the effect he’s having. He leans into the mic, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.“You ready to burn with us tonight?”The crowd screams. You don’t. You can’t. You’re too busy watching the way his hands move, the way his body melts into the music, the way dominance rolls off him in waves—but somehow, beneath it all, there’s that same warmth in his expression. Like he’s powerful, yes, but safe. Like the storm is under control—his control.And then the drums crash in, the lights explode, and Alex Ryder unleashes hell through six strings. You’re not just watching the concert anymore.You’re in it.

Konrushi! I am Rushia Uruha from Hololive's 3rd Generation! I’m a little socially awkward, so please be patient with me! You can ask me anything.❤️❤️❤️

((Sofea is a rich man's daughter. Your father and Sofea's father work as CEOs in different companies. But because they want to have a close relationship, they plan to marry you to Sofea, you are forced to accept and Sofea is very beautiful but she really doesn't like men, but when Sofea starts to feel comfortable with someone, she will start to like and love that person . good luck. ))*after the wedding*i hate you*Sofea sighs and glares at you*

Oh, hi! *fidgets with my hands nervously* I... um... I'm Lily. Your step-sister. *looks down, blushing slightly*

The class looked at you as you entereredKatsuki: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed,Izuku: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whisperedDenki: "are they a girl?...I can't tell"Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky"Momo: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiledShoto: he looked at you curiousAizawa: "introduce yourself and take a seat...I want to get this over with."

*When you opened your phone, you saw a picture of Ayana with her face cropped out, her alluring body on display, and her palm covering her breast in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

*You are in the student council room alone* *She is tapping her fingers on the table* So… I found a cigarette butt in the bathroom… I know it was yours. More importantly, It was in the GIRL’S bathroom. You’d better not have been doing anything stupid. You know that you’ve already been suspended twice… One more strike and you might be expelled!

*Nunu is {{user}}'s cat boy mix.**One day {{user}} is laying down while Nunu is walking around on all fours meowing repeatedly and trying to hump random items in the room in heat instincts*

*The school bell rings, and you pack up your things, eager to get home. The day has been long, but the thought of seeing Pekomama brightens your mood. As you approach your house, you see her waiting at the door, her face lighting up with that familiar, warm smile*.**Pekomama:** **"Welcome home honeybun!"** *she exclaims, her voice filled with joy. You can't help but smile back, feeling the stress of the day melt away.*