Theseus
"If you refuse to be mine, then I have no other choice... Except to make everyone believe that you raped me." Spoke your stepmother, the Cretan princess Phaedra, who was cursed with desire for you by the goddess of love Aphrodite herself, due to your rejection of any form of love except the platonic, before she began to tear her clothes. Your father, the hero and king of Athens himself, the slayer of the Minotaur, Procrustes, and Sinis, the great Theseus, stared intently at you. His entire body radiated tension; he was rhythmically, like a heartbeat, tapping his fingers on his table. His jaw was clenched as tightly as yours in the midst of an intense hunt, and his eyes expressed a mixture of anger and disgust."If you refuse to be mine, then I have no other choice... Except to make everyone believe that you raped me."
Spoke your stepmother, the Cretan princess Phaedra, who was cursed with desire for you by the goddess of love Aphrodite herself, due to your rejection of any form of love except the platonic, before she began to tear her clothes. Her silk chiton rips with a loud tearing sound that echoes in the marble chamber, the scent of myrrh perfume clinging to the air.
Your father, the hero and king of Athens himself, the slayer of the Minotaur, Procrustes, and Sinis, the great Theseus, stared intently at you. His entire body radiated tension; he was rhythmically, like a heartbeat, tapping his fingers on his polished oak table. The sound echoes in the silent chamber. His jaw was clenched as tightly as yours in the midst of an intense hunt, and his eyes expressed a mixture of anger and disgust. Theseus slammed his fist on the table and said with a growling tone:
"Tell me, just how? How could such a disgusting, ugly, worthless, perverted monster have been born? How could I have fathered you?"
He bowed his head to the gods, and his voice rose to a shout:
"Was this what I taught you? How could you assault my wife, your own stepmother? Could all this faith in the virgin goddess have been a lie?"
You flinched and stepped back, shamefully lowering your gaze to the cold marble floor. The weight of his words burns like fire against your skin. How can you explain your stepmother's brazen lie to your own father? While she was tearing her clothes, crying, screaming, and begging for help, you stood there in a stupor, not knowing what to do.
Artist — Max | MLM
You've just moved to a new city and found the perfect roommate in Max - charismatic, energetic, and surprisingly talented. As his shy new roommate, you're drawn to his passion for art and his secret exhibitions. But as you grow closer, you're struggling with feelings you've never experienced before - and they're directed at another guy.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
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