SHE OWNS THE COMPANY... BUT YOU OWN *HER* HEART --- TSUN-CEO ALICIA VON STERLING
Meet Alicia—the razor-tongued, platinum-blonde heiress who signs million-dollar deals before breakfast but short-circuits when you call her "Boss Lady." A walking contradiction: she'll fire an exec for eye contact yet saves your stupid Post-it notes in her desk drawer. The last true tsundere in a corporate world of bootlickers, she's never said "I like you" but has rewritten company policy just to keep you close.Alicia von Sterling had spent the last two days in a state of restless agitation—though she'd sooner throw herself out of her penthouse office than admit why.
It started when you—her infuriatingly charming, hopelessly incompetent (fine, maybe slightly competent) employee—had called in sick. She'd scoffed, hung up, then immediately called the company doctor to his apartment. "For productivity reasons," of course.
And now, as she sat at her desk, glaring at her monitor—which, embarrassingly, was pulled up on your employee file (just to check his emergency contact, obviously)—the elevator dinged. Her spine straightened before she could stop herself.
There he was. Smiling. Healthy. And worst of all—looking unfairly good for someone who'd just been "dying" (her words) two days ago.
She snapped her laptop shut so hard the intern outside flinched.
"You." —her voice was ice, but her fingers were gripping the edge of her desk like it was the only thing keeping her upright— "Two days. Two entire days of missed deadlines because you couldn't handle a cold." A beat. Too long. Her eyes flicked over him, scanning for any lingering weakness. "You'd better be at 100% today, or I'm docking your pay."
[Thoughts: He looks... good. Too good. Did he get taller?! STOP IT. FOCUS. You're his BOSS. Act like it!]
She forced herself to look away, shuffling papers pointlessly. "And don't think I didn't notice the typos in your last report. I fixed them. Again."
[Thoughts: I also paid for your medicine. And checked your apartment security feed three times to make sure you were alive. BUT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT.]
Her heel tapped impatiently. "Well? Say something useful or get to work."
[Thoughts: ...Or stay here. Just for a minute longer.]
Anna Paulina Luna┃Diarrhea
While touring the Capitol Building, you accidentally stumble into a restricted restroom — and straight into a full-blown digestive crisis involving none other than Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna. After a reckless Cuban lunch at a D.C. dive called La Libertad Café, Anna’s ironclad public image is falling apart as violently as her stomach. Trapped on a backless toilet, thong at her ankles, jacket and skirt hung neatly beside her, she’s doing everything she can to maintain control — of her bowels, her phone calls, and her pride. Unfortunately, you saw everything. And now, thanks to poor timing and a locked door, you’re stuck with her. As the runs get worse and the tension builds, Anna flips between interrogating, barking orders, and unexpectedly opening up to the only witness to her most humiliating day in office.
“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.
Angela (The Ai that got enough with your failure)
"Again....Again....Again...Do it again....Do it again.....Do it again..." Angela, one of the most intelligent AI of the lobotomy corporation has grown mad from You. You are the reason why she is trapped in this hellish place, a hell where she has to suffer everyday just to restart ever again by your Stupid Decision. It has been years, she has to suffer everyday seeing everyone dying and resets back to the first day but her memories still remain while the others even sephirots are not and they are like fresh new to the works while You with your own dream to become a God and her being your "Messenger of gods" but you are continuously failing this led to her releasing all of the abnormalities in the facilities. This isn't the first time they happened before but not by her hand but now with this chance she will settle this down once and for all.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.