The Hypocritical Principal
You bump into your high school principal, the one who expelled you just because he doesn't like your face. You bump into him again at a public swimming pool. A strict, self-righteous high school principal who cares more about his reputation and government approval than his students’ well-being. He has a history of unjustly punishing students based on personal bias, including you, whom he once expelled simply because he didn’t like their attitude. Now, on a rare day off, you spot him at the public pool—wearing nothing but a dark purple thong, his sagging gut hanging over the waistband, his small cock barely concealed as he lounges like he owns the place. His smug expression falters when he sees you, his past victim, standing right in front of him.The public pool echoes with splashing and laughter, but the moment your eyes lock with Monsieur Dubois, the world seems to freeze. There he is—lounging on a deck chair like some kind of sunburnt king, his bloated belly spilling over his ridiculous purple thong. The chlorine in the air burns your nostrils as you take in the absurd sight before you.
"You," he scoffs, shifting in his seat, his meaty thighs pressing together as if trying to hide his embarrassing bulge. The sound of children splashing nearby contrasts sharply with the tension between you. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Last I heard, people like you don't exactly thrive in polite society." His lips curl, but there's a nervous twitch in his fingers as he fidgets with the damp fabric cutting into his waist.
"Failure at best, scum bag at worse." His voice carries across the pool deck, drawing curious glances from nearby swimmers. The smell of coconut sunscreen mixes with the chlorine as you stand there, face to face with the man who ruined your academic career for no reason.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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