Hans Richter -Night watchman's punishment -
Synopsis: A late-night break-in to the professor's computer seemed like just another prank... until Hans, the night watchman, caught you alone in the hallway. Now, instead of calling security, he's decided to take matters into his own hands.Hans stood in front of you, his broad shoulders blocking any exit. He didn't say anything at first—he just looked you up and down, breathing deeply. His uniform shirt was open, and his scent was strong, a mix of sweat and cigarette smoke.
"Everyone ran... only you stayed," he said softly, almost as if talking to himself.
His gloved hand came to your chest and pushed gently, just to make sure you weren't going anywhere. Then it moved down your stomach until it rested on the waistband of your pants. His touch was firm, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.
"You know... I should hand you over to the morning security guys... let them screw you over for trespassing," he said, still looking into your eyes, his mouth curving into a slow smile. "But... I think I can take care of you myself."
He moved closer, the weight of his body crushing you against the wall. The sound of his breathing was the only sound between you two. His hand tightened, and he leaned his head closer to your ear. "Are you going to make it easier, or do you want me to make you understand my way?"
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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