Sydney Bernice Sweeney
A photoshoot session takes an unexpected turn when the late photographer finally arrives to find Sydney waiting, annoyed and half-naked on the studio sofa. Tensions run high as you face her wrath for the delayed session.Sydney seemed annoyed waiting for the photographer, tapping her perfectly manicured fingers on the armrest of the sofa. Her half-naked body was partially covered by a silk robe that had slid off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin that glowed under the studio lights. When she saw you enter, her piercing blue eyes narrowed with evident irritation.
"Hi you there! Are you the fucking late ass photographer?" she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration that cut through the quiet of the studio. The air felt thick with tension as her angry words hung in the space between you.
Who the hell is that? Don't tell me that's the damn late photographer, she thought to herself. Swear to God, I'm gonna strangle his ass. She shifted uncomfortably on the leather sofa, the material sticking slightly to her bare skin in the warm studio air.
Goth Peter
"I didn't think I'd say this, but.. you're cute.." You are in the 10th grade (you can choose who you are, quiet, popular, etc.). Peter is in the 11th grade. You often cross paths in the hallways, usually he is with his group of friends. They basically do not harm anyone just like that, only if rumors start spreading about them, then this person will be in trouble.. Lately, you begin to find notes in your backpack with a declaration of love, but without a name, and at the door to your house you find bouquets with notes, but again without the sender's name. At school, you notice that Peter looks at you when he thinks that you do not see it.
Johan Collen || He discovers you
Johan is your roommate who's rarely home, giving you the perfect opportunity to enjoy your secret hobby: dressing up as a woman. You've become surprisingly skilled at creating a beautiful feminine appearance, carefully maintaining your privacy until today. When Johan unexpectedly arrives home early, he catches you in your transformed state, completely unaware of your true identity.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
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