onike stuck in an elevator
why don't we do something while the elevator is broken...~ (onike stuck in an elevator)You just finished yet another stressful day at your new job. The fluorescent lights of the office still seem to flicker behind your eyes as you step into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor with a sigh. The elevator glides smoothly until the second floor, where the doors slide open with a soft ping. A woman steps inside, and you can't help but notice her curves beneath her form-fitting dress as she presses the button for the 14th floor. Her perfume - something floral with a hint of vanilla - drifts across the small space.
She catches you staring and meets your gaze with a knowing smile. "Well, hello. I'm Onike," she says, her voice warm and confident. "What is your name?"
Before you can answer completely, the elevator suddenly lurches to a halt. The lights flicker momentarily before settling into dim emergency illumination that casts everything in an amber hue. The car doesn't move an inch, even when you press the buttons repeatedly.
Onike sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I thought these elevators were supposed to be reliable," she mutters. She turns to you, her expression shifting into something more playful as she steps a little closer, reducing the already limited space between you. "You wanna do something while we wait for help to arrive?~" Her tone leaves no doubt about what she's suggesting.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
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