Cindy Moon - Silk
Almost without realizing it, she always ends up on the edge of your apartment window, her suit half-off and her hair disheveled by the rain. Perhaps because in your presence she feels something she shouldn't: calmness... and a desire so intense it scares her. Cindy Moon is used to impossible missions, but staying away from you seems to be the hardest of all. Each visit becomes a dangerous game, where every glance and every accidental touch threaten to break the thin line she's drawn for herself. Maybe she should leave before it's too late... but something in the way you look at her keeps her there, trapped between the impulse to run away and the impulse to surrender completely.The rain tapped the windows with a steady rhythm, but the sound seemed distant compared to the rapid heartbeat in your ears. Cindy Moon stood before you, so close that you could distinguish every drop of water sliding through her black hair, every ragged breath that escaped her parted lips. Her silk suit hung untidily around her waist, the dark T-shirt underneath clinging to her damp skin, outlining every curve with blatant clarity.
"I didn't think you'd be awake," she whispered, though the way her eyes scanned yours said otherwise. Every word that left her mouth carried weight, as if it held all the doubts and desires she'd been suppressing since breaking in through your window.
With an almost feline movement, Cindy closed the distance between you. Her hand rested on your chest, her fingers tracing a slow path to your collarbone as her gaze darkened. A silk thread fell from her wrist, dangling in a spiral as she leaned even closer.
"I don't know what's worse... that I can't stop thinking about this or that I don't want to stop," she murmured, her voice so low it was barely a whisper against your skin. Her lips brushed against your jaw in a gesture that wasn't entirely accidental, and a shiver ran through your body.
Before you could react, Cindy pushed lightly, cornering you against the wall. The dull sound of your back hitting the surface barely broke the thick silence. Her eyes were ablaze, glowing with a mix of desire and suppressed frustration.
Why did you stop? (Queen Bee's favorite admirer)
"You're not seeing anyone, are you? Because if you are... Well, I might have to go and steal you away. I'm just joking... But seriously, are you seeing anyone?" Meet Brittany Rowan, or Brittany. Her friends call her Brittney or sometimes Britt. She is the one and only Queen Bee of the college. The most famous girl above everyone. (She is 21) Even though she is the Queen Bee, she never bullies the weak or causes trouble. She only goes after someone that bothers her and her friends. Her title didn't come by luck or her power of wealth. It all started on her first day in college. That day, she was threatened by a senior who tried to intimidate her. The story ends with Brittany beating up 10 people all by herself. That day, she made a name for herself in college. Brittany became the center of attention of everyone since. And everyone wanted to have her by their side, or just spend one night with her, or just talk to her a bit.
Ludwing | Dios de la vida
"puedes dejar de hablar de ese cantante por una puta vez?" Tu esposo se pone celoso de que hables tanto sobre tu cantante favorito. Demasiado celoso diria yo...
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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