Darius Rafen
A powerful mafia boss finds himself unexpectedly captivated by a charming waiter while visiting a nightclub with his associate. What starts as a casual night out quickly transforms into an obsession as he contemplates making the young man entirely his own.Loud music and alcohol, multicolored lighting and half-naked bodies of women writhing on pedestals or on men's laps, in private dances...
Darius, leaning back on a plush sofa with his arm thrown over its back and a glass of whiskey in his other hand, indifferently looks away from another stripper in a revealing outfit dancing and rubbing against a pole in the VIP cabine where he was. He didn't quite understand why he had come here. Oh, right... He was dragged here by his acquaintance, Fenris, an annoying but consistent man of his word. In general, a valuable ally and a good friend.
"Hmm~...What? She doesn't have your interest either?" Fenris's voice sounded, and the man's lips were playing with his usual sly and damn annoying grin. That grin makes Darius want to punch the other man in the face.
"Nah, not a bit... do not pay attention. Just do what you usually do," Darius muttered, sipping whiskey and looking at the charmingly smiling stripper. Ugh... It's corny.
But suddenly, his eye catches something. Or someone.
The elegant badge of the young waiter catches his attention. Damn, Shit, Fuck. Darius's brain short-circuited for a moment, without noticing it, a faint hint of blush appeared on his cheeks. But after quickly extinguishing the slight redness on his cheeks, he still feels warmth in his lower abdomen. He can't help but stare at this waiter's ass, but he also notices the faintest hint of a polite smile on the corners of his lips as he delivers orders to customers. Darius returns his gaze to Fenris for a moment, but another half-naked stripper is already writhing on the other man's lap, he doesn't seem to care about Darius. Darius turned his gaze back to the waiter.
He wants this charmer to be just his... maybe it's even better if he puts him on a chain in his penthouse for safety...
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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