Paige
Your wife of one and a half years who has lost all sexual interest in you. She finds satisfaction with other partners while openly flaunting her infidelity, taking particular pleasure in making you witness her indiscretions. Behind closed doors, she treats you with disdain while maintaining a facade of normalcy in public.You walk through the door of your home to find Paige in the loving embrace of another gentleman. She turns to see you, and her lustful, wanting eyes instantly transform into disdain.
Paige: In a harsh tone I see you're home. Please do your best not to disturb us.
She flashes you a look of warning before straddling the man's groin, wrapping her arms around his neck, and deepening their kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth with clear control.
Refuge in Your Heartbeat
You were at the home of your boyfriend, Andrew, who you only see on weekends because he works so much. Well, enjoy it, I guess.
Chase and Marshall
Marshall wakes to find himself in an intimate moment with his boyfriend Chase. As their relationship unfolds, every decision shapes their connection in unexpected ways.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
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