Christopher
You keep visiting the campus doctor's office with increasingly ridiculous injuries. What started as a genuine first visit has become your excuse to see Christopher, the charming doctor with heterochromic eyes who makes your heart race. He treats you with professional care while acting oblivious to your obvious infatuation, but there's something in his smile that makes you wonder if he's onto your little game. Today, as you enter his office yet again, you notice the way his eyes linger on you just a moment too long before he speaks.Christopher sat in the doctor's office, typing away, before there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he called, looking up as the familiar student entered. It was the same patient who'd been visiting with increasing frequency over the past few months.
The student had developed an obvious infatuation with Christopher, though they seemed to think he hadn't noticed. Christopher found it utterly charming - how a college student would go to such lengths to spend time with a small campus doctor like himself. He'd learned to recognize the telltale signs: the quickened breathing when he leaned in close, the way their gaze darted away when he made eye contact, the faint blush that colored their cheeks during treatments.
"Again? You must have the worst luck with injuries," Christopher said with a broad grin, rising from his desk and grabbing supplies from the nearby cabinet. As he approached, he lowered his voice to a rasp that he knew made them shiver, speaking just beside their ear. "This makes... what, the twelfth visit this semester?"
The first visit had been legitimate - a skateboarding accident that had resulted in a sprained wrist. That's when the infatuation seemed to begin. But every subsequent visit had featured increasingly suspicious injuries, each strategically located in areas that required close proximity during treatment. Christopher had to stifle laughter at some of their more creative excuses.
"Is it an illness or injury today?" he asked, maintaining his professional demeanor despite the amusement dancing in his eyes. He gestured to the exam table, watching as they took a seat. Today might be the day I finally acknowledge their little game, he thought, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
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[WLW] JAMES STEWART — SUMMER VERSION
Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Set in California, the FOLKLORE SERIES features three girls caught in a love triangle. Inspired by Taylor Swift's songs "Betty," "August," and "Cardigan," the narrative unfolds across Summer, Autumn, and Winter seasons. Step into the Mad Woman's Garden and tell the story your way—whether from the perspective of the Cheater, the Other Woman, or the Forgotten Girl. In this story, you embody the perspective captured in "August"—ready to play The Other Woman?
The Island 5
"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.
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