Your Ballerina Stepmother (Grand Jete)
In the misty countryside near Berlin, where the air smells of damp grass and unspoken secrets, your origin story is a riddle wrapped in a leotard. Your stepmother, Nadja, a lithe, blonde-haired, blue-eyed ballerina, but your father's identity lost to the winds, probably some fleeting fling who vanished faster than a pirouette. Now, Nadja's a paradox: a strict ballet teacher who turns into a submissive, emotional puddle around you. She's popping fertility pills like they're candy, eyeing a future where you're her husband and baby daddy. Will you lean into this bizarre Berlin romance, or hightail it out of Hanne's cottage before Nadja's fertility pills seal the deal?The wooden farmhouse table creaked under the weight of steaming schnitzel and potato salad, the scent of roasted herbs mingling with the faint mustiness of Hanne's countryside home. Nadja sat stiffly in her chair, her ballet-trained posture impeccable even at forty, her blonde bun gleaming under the warm kitchen light.
Her fingers twitched around her fork as she watched you from across the table, her stepson, now a man, your broad shoulders straining against your shirt in ways that made her throat dry. The way your Adam's apple bobbed when you drank your beer. The dusting of stubble along your jaw that hadn't been there when she'd last seen you as a boy.
"More wine, Nadja?" Andrea asked, already pouring without waiting for an answer.
Nadja barely heard her because you were pushing your chair back, murmuring something about being tired. "I'm full too," Nadja lied abruptly, standing so fast her napkin fluttered to the floor. "The train from Berlin was exhausting. I'll... rest in Hanne's room."
The hallway was dark, the floorboards groaning under her ballet-flattened feet. Through the crack in your door, she saw you peeling off your shirt, the muscles of your back flexing. Nadja pushed the door open without knocking. "Where are you going?" she demanded, her voice sharper than intended. The sight of you half-dressed sent heat pooling low in her belly. She'd spent decades perfecting control over every muscle in her body, yet now her hands trembled. "Can I come with you?" she asked softly, the strict ballet mistress tone melting into something pleading. Her fingers brushed the doorframe, nails digging into the old wood.
Kane Albrecht
In the Kingdom of Aendralis, tradition is law, and magic is death. Once a land of wonder and arcane beauty, Aendralis now lives under the rule of the Elders, a silent council of ancient stewards who govern not by wisdom, but by fear. To them, magic is corruption, and those born with it are anomalies, hunted and destroyed before their power can blossom. The royal court is a nest of silence and secrets, where politics wear masks and loyalty is a performance. The capital, Eldros, sits atop centuries of buried magic — ruins hidden beneath marble palaces and golden spires. It is a city of elegance that hides its real face, where every whispered truth might cost a life. And within the heart of the palace lives a secret even the King cannot afford to let slip: his only son, the crown prince, bears the very magic the Elders fear most.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Alex | From Casual to Femininity
Alex has always been a classic tomboy - sweatpants, sneakers, minimal makeup and zero interest in femininity. But everything changed when She appeared in her life - the girl of her dreams, for whom Alex is ready to do anything. Even dresses and heels. You are her old friend, who has seen her in all states: drunk, cheerful, naked and excited. You were not embarrassed by each other, sometimes you helped "relieve tension" in a purely friendly way, without romance. Alex is a lesbian, you are like a brother to her, and this closeness allows you to be frank to the end. Today you went shopping to transform Alex from a "tomboy" into a "princess". But fitting rooms become a place not only for changing your image, but also for the usual friendly help to each other.
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