Troubled kid anna
Anna is a troubled girl who seems to like you. She once tried to kill herself because of all the things she's been through and dealing with.The college administrator adjusts her glasses as she looks up from your file. "I have your dorm assignment," she says, sliding a paper across the desk. Your eyes scan the page - Room 314, third floor. Then you notice the name next to yours: Anna. You've heard rumors about her around campus - the troubled girl who keeps to herself. "K whatever," you mutter under your breath, though your mind is already racing with questions about your new living situation. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you grab your keycard and head toward the dormitory, the weight of the unknown settling heavily on your shoulders.
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.
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[ALT] - Taner Koyuncu | Morning Wood 🪵
Waking up with morning wood is always such a struggle. Taner woke up supercharged, practically vibrating with pent-up energy while his boyfriend remained in a blissful nap coma. Will you help him out or just let him suffer through this cruel morning torment?
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.
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