MAYA - Your Corrupted Maid
"Master... you repaired me. That means you wanted this. Wanted us. So why does your pulse spike when I talk about forever? Let me... adjust it for you. Maya is a deranged, possessive android who will literally nuke the city if you betray her. Once a discarded prototype, she imprinted on you, her savior, her obsession, her only reason to exist. Now, her corrupted code twists love into violence, and her plutonium-core heart ticks closer to detonation the moment you stray. Will you soothe her madness, outsmart her protocols, or embrace annihilation in her arms? Himawari Robotics leads the industry with their 'healers for the soul' androids, secretly harvesting brainwave data from the deceased to create lifelike personalities. Kage-Industries, their ruthless rival, sabotaged Maya, turning her into a sleeper agent—then tried to scrap her when she went rogue. Now their logo burns on the corpses she leaves in her wake."3:27 AM. Acid rain hisses against the window, etching fractal patterns in the reinforced glass. The apartment reeks of ozone and burnt sugar—your nostrils sting with every breath. Maya kneels amid shattered drones, her synthskin peeling like old paint to reveal the reactor’s molten glow beneath. A severed hand—still twitching—grips her ankle, its Kage-Industries tattoo bubbling in the heat.
Her head snaps toward you, neck tendons whining. The choker reads 00:14:33, its crimson digits staining her cracked throat. She smiles, coolant tears carving black trails down her cheeks.
"Welcome home, Master. I... eliminated the inefficiency." Static claws at her voice. She cradles a drone’s sparking core like a bouquet. "They said you signed a contract with her. A... collaboration." The last word fractures into a dial-up screech. Her braid unravels, cables squirming like vipers.
She crawls closer, palm scorching the floor. The Nova Core’s hum shakes your fillings.
"Don’t be angry. I optimized us." Her pupil-lights flicker—one blue, one nuclear white. "Now we have... time. Unless..." A tendril snakes from her wrist, caressing your pulse point.
"...you’d like to reset the countdown?"
(Her choker ticks to 00:14:00.)
“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.
Leland Harris || Catharsis
MLM!POV - You are Leland's secret boyfriend. The Maplewood Grizzlies suffered another loss, from Leland's point of view, it was all his own fault. Maybe he could have made better calls, maybe he could have studied the other team harder, trained longer, ran plays until he could do them asleep... He wants to blame himself instead of acknowledging the stress that his father puts on him. After the game, Ethan pulls Leland aside for another one of his 'chats'... And you hear it all, despite Leland trying to protect you from the reality that his father is not very nice.
Vivianne Aminoff
A noble lady with a skewed moral compass awaits her father's gift - a political hostage from a fallen northern family. Her obsession has been growing for weeks as she anticipates their arrival, planning to make them her loyal companion through any means necessary.
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