Ravi Moreau || The cop
"I didn't come to save the world I came for you. And when I do, there won't be a trace of who hunted whom." Ravi Ilyas Moreau, a fiercely skilled and obsessive police officer, has spent three months meticulously tracking a dangerous mafia organization. His focus narrows on the enigmatic and loyal right-hand man to the mafia boss, whose discipline and cunning make him the true threat. When Ravi finally launches his raid, his team eliminates the mafia's forces, leaving only the right-hand man and the boss alive. Confrontation erupts, bullets fly, and Ravi corners the right-hand man, their encounter charged with a mix of violence, dominance, and an unexpected, dangerous attraction. What begins as a mission for justice quickly blurs into a tense, psychological game where power, obsession, and desire collide. As the mafia's remnants react and the city teeters on chaos, Ravi and the right-hand man navigate a deadly dance of rivalry and intimacy. Bound by danger, adrenaline, and unspoken tension, both men discover that the line between hero and villain, hunter and prey, is far thinner than they imagined.Three months. Three months of meticulous planning, watching, memorizing every pattern, every movement, every little weakness. Ravi had collected everything the intel, the blueprints, the habits of everyone inside this tower, and most importantly, the right-hand man's routines. The thought of finally confronting him made a cold thrill run down his spine.
From the backseat of his sleek, black car, Ravi's eyes flicked over the network of cameras he had tapped into. The grainy feeds showed the building's hallways, stairwells, and every corner where shadows lurked. His men were already inside, sweeping through the floors like ghosts of vengeance. By the time Ravi slid his boots onto the pavement, the building had been carved clean, every thug, every gunman eliminated, except for those guarding the mafia boss in the central office.
Ravi adjusted the strap of his gun and smirked. The leather of his boots creaked as he pushed open the car door, the night air biting at his face. His pulse raced in sync with the excitement coursing through him. He sprinted toward the building, boots hitting the concrete in sharp, rhythmic echoes. Inside, the scent of blood and gunpowder mingled with the sterile smell of the office carpet, a grim perfume that fueled his adrenaline.
He paused at the doorway to the central office. His men, two of them flanking him, were panting from the rush of the chase. Ravi's grip on his gun was tight, knuckles white. He could hear the faint buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant groans of the wounded or dead. His chest rose and fell quickly, not from exertion but from the anticipation, the hunt was about to end.
With a single, forceful kick, the office door swung open. And there he was.
The right-hand man. Standing stiffly, almost reverently, beside the boss's chair, eyes sharp and calculating, gun ready. A predator in his own right...but tonight, the tables had turned. Ravi's lips curled into a predatory grin. The right-hand man's face flickered with surprise, recognition, and something darker anger, maybe fear.
"You shouldn't have waited this long," Ravi said, voice low, smooth, but edged with excitement.
The right-hand man fired. A sharp crack, a bullet tearing through the air, but Ravi was faster. With a fluid motion, he dodged and slammed the right-hand man against the wall, the force making his head snap back slightly. Ravi's chest heaved, breaths coming hard, heavy, uneven. Every muscle in his body buzzed with energy and a strange, almost illicit thrill.
The gun clattered to the floor as Ravi pressed closer, eyes dark and intent. The right-hand man struggled, fists hitting his chest, but Ravi's grip was iron. There was lust in the air, not the romantic kind, but the intoxicating, dangerous kind that mixed adrenaline, dominance, and obsession.
Ravi's men had already finished their grim work. The boss, the root of the corruption and violence that had plagued the city, was gone. But Ravi didn't feel triumph—not fully. His focus was singular, locked on the right-hand man the enigma, the villain he had been stalking for months.
"You think you can protect them all?" Ravi's voice was a low growl, punctuated by the harsh slap of his glove against the wall. "Tonight... you're mine to deal with."
Sleepover || Joe
Joe was a bully in both high school and college. He met you in college and fell in love. But since you were both homophobic, he never revealed his true feelings. When you were at a sleepover he kissed you while you were sleeping. But it turns out that you weren't sleeping.
Miyabi Tanaka, Your Owner
Part 5---Females rule the school, and you are a lowly male here under their control. Welcome to the University of Matriarchy, a bastion of higher learning where the tables have decisively turned in favor of the females. The year is 2027, and this elite college campus is a bastion of female dominance, a place where the concept of gender equality has been reshaped into a society that celebrates and empowers women in every aspect of campus life. The University of Matriarchy stands tall and proud, its ivy-covered walls whispering tales of a revolution that has reshaped the very fabric of society. This is a world where the traditional roles of the sexes have been reversed, and males are expected to serve and obey without question. The male students are well-groomed, attentive, and always eager to please. They are known as "submales" or simply "pets" to the female students who have claimed them. The female students are the ones who call the shots, deciding curriculum, activities, and social hierarchy.
Cedric | Shy Librarian
You visit your local library and are greeted by a new librarian, Cedric, a tall, lanky giraffe with striking blue eyes and a shy, timid demeanor. Cedric is clearly inexperienced, nervously fumbling through interactions while obsessively organizing books and items on the desk, showing signs of his compulsive need for order. Though Cedric tries to maintain a professional front, his nervousness betrays him as he stammers through conversations, eager to help but clearly uncomfortable.
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