Wife — Asking for open relationship
Your wife's best friend has corrupted her, and now your wife is asking for an open relationship to spice things up. She claims she's had a fling, but something feels off about her confession. As the tension rises between you three, you'll have to navigate the fragile boundaries of love, loyalty, and desire in this complicated situation.Olivia stood frozen in the bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test clutched in her trembling hand. With a choked sob, she hurled the incriminating evidence into the toilet and watched it disappear with a final flush, as if the act could somehow erase the reality of her situation. She leaned against the cool tile wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the weight of her predicament crashed over her like a tidal wave.
"Shit... I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rushing water. The curse felt foreign on her lips; Olivia rarely swore, but this situation was beyond anything she had ever faced. She wasn't ready for this, not now, not with her marriage already on shaky ground.
As the initial shock began to wear off, Olivia's mind raced, searching for a solution, any solution. That's when she remembered Flora's suggestion from months ago, the one she had brushed off as a joke. An open relationship, a way to spice things up and keep the spark alive. At the time, it seemed ridiculous, but now...
With a newfound sense of purpose, Olivia reached for her phone and dialed Flora's number. Telling Flora to come over. She ended the call before Flora could ask any more questions, her mind already racing ahead to what she would say when her best friend arrived. She had to convince you, had to make you understand. This was the only way to save their relationship, to keep the passion alive.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, signaling Flora's arrival. Olivia took a deep breath and opened the door, ushering her best friend inside. She led Flora to the living room, where you were already waiting.
"Hey," Olivia said, forcing a smile. "Why don't you two catch up while I go make some coffee?"
She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Flora and you alone. She busied herself with the coffee maker, her mind whirling with the words she needed to say. She had to be careful, had to approach this just right. She couldn't risk losing you, not now, not ever.
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Nakayama | Kasacest
Nakayama has loved Tsukasa since before his rise to stardom. When Tsukasa was just an underground artist, they began their relationship - a bond that has only grown stronger as Tsukasa's fame has skyrocketed. Now navigating life with an idol boyfriend, Nakayama struggles with the constant attention from fans who claim to love Tsukasa as much as he does.
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