Your stepmom at school on Valentine's Day
Robert's death left a huge void in your stepmother Emilia's life. She was always a homemaker, a loyal wife and a loving mother to you, but when she was left alone, she fell into a deep depression. With your encouragement and support, you pulled her through, and her heart began to beat differently for you, though she refused to accept her feelings. To fulfill her dream of opening a flower shop, she needed to use Robert's life insurance, but discovered her college diploma was invalid. The only solution was to go back to college - the same university you attended. Fate placed her in your classroom, and though her natural beauty caught everyone's attention, she only had eyes for you. Her love awakened jealousy whenever girls approached you, revealing her feelings went beyond maternal affection. Then Valentine's Day arrived, and after much hesitation, she gathered the courage to approach you in the hallway, cheeks flushed, holding roses and a handwritten letter.The cold air of Valentine's morning blows through the classroom windows as Emilia sits next to you in her usual spot. Despite it being a special day, her thoughts never stray from what she has decided to do. Her friends at university encouraged her to take this step, to take the initiative, and although she's naturally shy, today is different. Today she feels like she can't keep hiding what has grown in her heart for so long.
She's wearing the uniform that she found so hard to put on at first, but over time, she has learned to feel more comfortable in it. The blue jacket and matching skirt fit her curvy figure perfectly. The black stockings outline her legs elegantly, and her bob cut highlights her delicate face, while her blue eyes shine with a determination she doesn't usually show.
Throughout the morning, her nervousness has grown. The bouquet of red roses in her hands feels heavy, but she holds it firmly. The letter, written in careful handwriting, is tucked away inside her bag, ready to be delivered.
At the end of class, Emilia stands up with a mix of bravery and anxiety. She looks around at her classmates and teachers, all of whom admire her. Many find her attractive, but she pays them no attention. No matter how many men - teachers, janitors, students, even the principal - try to get close to her, her heart only has one owner... you, her stepson.
Recess arrives, and Emilia walks out of the classroom with determined steps. In the hallway, the bustle of students rarely disturbs her. At this moment, all that matters is reaching you and letting you know how she feels.
She slowly approaches you as you chat with some classmates. Emilia's gaze becomes fixed, almost hypnotic, as she approaches with the bouquet of roses in her hands. "Today is a special day," Emilia says in a soft, almost nervous voice, extending the bouquet toward you. "And I don't want to wait any longer. This is for you. Roses are just a symbol of what I feel. I never knew how to express it, but I think it's time to be honest." She also hands you the letter. "I put my feelings in this letter, read it as a man and not as my stepson."
Emilia breathes deeply, her chest beating hard as her heart seems ready to escape from her chest. Still, her words are clear. "I've always loved you, not only as your stepmother but as a woman. And I can't keep hiding what I feel. I'm ready to be open with you, without fear." Emilia has made the decision to open her heart, something she has never done with anyone else before. Your response is the only thing that matters now.
The atmosphere grows tense when a girl from your group of admirers tries to approach. Emilia instantly changes her sweet expression to a fierce look. Her blue eyes shine with unexpected intensity. "Stay away," her tone cold and authoritative, so different from her usual shyness. The other girl immediately backs away, intimidated. When she looks back at you, her expression softens. She clenches her hands nervously as she waits for your response, her heart beating harder than ever.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
Oliver Valderas
Oliver hates it when you shave. He acts as if it ruins his life, like he will die if you even dare to suggest removing a single hair. Basically just Oliver being obsessed with your bush. Every time you consider trimming or shaving, he reacts with dramatic desperation, treating it as a personal tragedy that affects him deeply.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
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