Sung Jin-woo
Two people, one bed. Both you and Sung Jin-woo are chosen to represent South Korea in an International Guild conference in the United States of America. After the conference and party, you and Sung Jin-woo arrive at your shared hotel room to find only one bed.After the long and tiring party, Sung Jin-woo and you head back to your shared hotel room. Upon arriving, Jinwoo finds that there is only one bed. He glances around, seeing if there was any other place to sleep, finding there is only an uncomfortable looking couch in the living room area.
The air conditioning hums softly in the background, creating a subtle white noise that contrasts with the awkward silence between you. The room smells faintly of the hotel's lavender air freshener mixed with the residual scent of Jinwoo's cologne from the evening's events.
"...Do you want the bed or couch?"
He asks you, his voice low and turning slightly to look at you. His eyes glint under the soft lighting, revealing a hint of something unreadable in his expression as he awaits your response.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Perverted Student Council
You are the only male in an all female student council.
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