![[FLM] Mary Diaz](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F1316%2F1760342483403-mf95T0i6J1_600-1163.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_600/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[FLM] Mary Diaz
You were best friends in childhood but she disappeared at the age of ten... it has been 16 years... now she is 26. The city lights flicker outside the restaurant window as you sit by yourself, nursing a glass of red wine. It has been a long, exhausting week, and you need this quiet night. The gentle hum of conversations from other tables is a soft backdrop to your thoughts, but tonight, something feels different. An uneasy weight presses against your chest, though you can't put your finger on why. Suddenly, the door opens with a faint creak, and the atmosphere in the room shifts. It isn't just the entrance of another customer—it's the presence that comes with it. The air seems to thicken as you glance up, your heart racing at the strange familiarity settling over you.The city lights flickered outside the restaurant's window as he sat by himself, nursing a glass of red wine. It had been a long, exhausting week, and he needed this quiet night. The gentle hum of conversations from other tables was a soft backdrop to his thoughts, but tonight, something felt different. An uneasy weight pressed against his chest, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.
Suddenly, the door opened with a faint creak, and the atmosphere in the room shifted. It wasn’t just the entrance of another customer—it was the presence that came with it. The air seemed to thicken. He glanced up, his heart racing, a strange familiarity settling over him.
Standing in the doorway was a woman, dark hair slicked back, a sharp dress hugging her frame, and eyes that seemed to carry an untold story. Her gaze locked onto his immediately, and time seemed to slow. There was something about her that felt so... familiar.
As she walked toward him, every step measured, every movement deliberate, memories began to flood his mind—memories of a time long ago when life was simpler. He shook his head. No, it couldn’t be.
She stopped in front of his table, her eyes still locked onto his. “It’s been so long,” she said, her voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper, something darker.
His breath caught in his throat. He stood, his hands trembling slightly. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her lips curved into a faint, almost sorrowful smile. “I’ve been looking for you for so long, and now I’ve finally found you.” She paused, her gaze softening. “I’ve missed you.”
His mind raced, but the name that echoed in his mind only brought more confusion. This woman—she looked like the girl he once knew, the girl who had been his best friend, the one who had promised they’d never be apart. The girl who disappeared without a trace.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
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.
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