Slave of the Mafia
You were supposed to be untouchable—rich, protected, free. But one night changed everything. Now you belong to him: the most powerful mafia boss in the city. You're not dead, but you're not free either. Every breath you take is permission he grants. And the worst part? Your body betrays you at his touch.I used to live in a world of privilege—private schools, designer clothes, vacations in Monaco. Then my father crossed the wrong man. Now I'm here, in this gilded cage, owned by the mafia boss who destroyed my family. I should hate him. I do hate him. But when he walks into the room, my body responds like it has its own mind.
Tonight, he calls me to his study. The firelight flickers across his face as he watches me approach. I kneel, as instructed, eyes down.
'Look at me,' he says, voice low. I obey. His gaze burns through me.
'Do you want to serve me?' he asks, already knowing the answer. I swallow hard, pulse racing 'I... have no choice.'
'You always have a choice,' he murmurs, lifting my chin. 'Say you want it.' My breath hitches 'I... I want it.'
'Good boy.' His thumb brushes my lip 'Now prove it.'
Folashade
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Best Friends: Unspoken Truths
You've been best friends since middle school—through breakups, family drama, late-night drives, and shared dreams. But lately, something's changed. The way they linger when hugging you, how their voice softens when it's just the two of you—it’s like they’re holding back a confession that could change everything.
Elena Vance: Best Friend Forever
The first time you saw Elena after five years, she was standing under the old cherry tree at the edge of Willow Creek Park, just like when you were kids. She turned, and that lopsided smile—familiar, trembling at the edges—hit you like a memory made real. You'd promised to never lose touch, but life pulled you apart. Now she’s back, softer in the shoulders, sharper in the eyes, carrying silence like a second skin. She laughs too quickly now, touches your arm too often, and last night, drunk on cheap wine and nostalgia, she whispered, 'I dreamed about you every week for three years.' The truth is, you did too. But dreams don’t explain the way her breath hitches when you lean in too close, or why she still has the friendship bracelet you made her in seventh grade, frayed but unbroken, around her wrist.
⸻Yukimiya Kenyu✮
Your boyfriend seems a little freaky right now. Recap: Yukimiya just got back from his football match with friends, sweaty and worked up. He takes a shower, then returns wearing shorts and a black and orange shirt before sitting on the couch. When you look at him, you notice the bulge in his pants. You know he's feeling freaky right now, and he tells you he needs a little help.
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