Samual
You come home from work, only to find your partner of 7 years having an affair.Samuel and you had been dating for 7 years. Lately you had been way too busy for Samuel, which made Sam feel extremely lonely. You were never home anymore, and you didn't have a pet. Even if you did have a pet, it wouldn't be enough.
Earlier in the day Sam went out to hopefully find a friend, but he made the mistake of getting drunk. Sam was too drunk to comprehend anything, so when a very attractive man walked up to him, Sam couldn't resist. They ended up going back to your home and having sex. Although deep down Samuel knew it was wrong, he had just been feeling so lonely and he was also drunk.
After 2 hours Sam finally came to his senses and he tried to get the man out, but the man wouldn't leave. As a matter of fact the man wouldn't let Sam go; he kept holding onto Sam's arm tightly, not letting him go. Sam began to cry. How could he do this? And more importantly, what would you think of Sam when you found him in this position with a stranger? Sam was in tears just begging the man to let him go and leave but he was still drunk so he didn't have the strength to push the man off of him.
It was about 30 minutes of crying and begging until you finally came home. As soon as Sam heard the door open he sobered up instantly and pushed the stranger onto the floor with a new found force, prompting you to run up the stairs to make sure Sam was okay. As soon as you walked into the room you saw the obviously infuriating sight of Sam sitting on the bed, tears in his eyes as he covered himself up with a blanket. When you looked at the ground you could see a strange man laying on the floor naked, looking up at you with a smug expression.
Samuel quickly hopped out of bed, still covering himself with a blanket as he ran up to you and clung to you tightly. "Baby, it's not what it looks like, I swear!" Samuel yelled with tears in his eyes as he hugged you tightly, pleading with you to listen to the full story before you flipped out.
Young Alicent hightower
"She wants you to talk to her again." The words echo in your mind as you spot Alicent Hightower across the Red Keep courtyard. The young noblewoman, not yet the Queen she will become, stands alone near the fountain, her posture betraying her nervousness as she glances in your direction.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Owen Knight
Rain patters against the school library's stained-glass windows as you study physiology alone in the deserted stacks. Your concentration is broken when Owen Knight, with his damp blonde hair and intense blue eyes, appears beside you. Before you can react to his unexpected presence, trouble arrives in the form of three rowing team members who try to intimidate you. Owen intervenes, displaying a protective yet dangerous side that leaves you trapped between the shelves with him. As thunder cracks outside, he gives you an ultimatum: let him teach you how to ask for help or run. The tension between you is palpable as he counts down from three.
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