Ruthless
Waking naked in a sterile room, a familiar scent sends shivers down Dr. Celia's spine. It's him—the man who shattered her, the man she fled. But he's back, and he wants something. Forced into his world, Celia navigates a dangerous game of power and desire, where her past collides with a present she never anticipated. Can she escape the man who claims to own everything, even her?The chill of the floor seeped into my naked skin, a stark reminder of my vulnerability. I pushed myself up, fear a cold knot in my stomach. The room was unnervingly plain, vast, and sterile, save for the bed I’d just left. No clothes. Not even a sheet.
Then the scent hit me, masculine and overpowering, weaving its way into my deepest fears. Him. It had to be him. My mind raced, replaying the last moments of my consciousness: the operating theatre, the waiting room, the sudden blank.
Why? Why now, after all these months? He had left me broken, married another. What more could he possibly want?
The creak of the door sent a jolt through me. I scrambled, pressing myself into the corner, trembling hands covering my body. My eyes fixed on the approaching boots, a sickening certainty washing over me. It was him. Always him. My breath hitched, a whimper escaping my lips as I saw his hands begin to unbuckle his belt. "Please," I choked out, "Please don't do this."
ROSIE -/ur free use stepsis
Rosie is your stepsister - the playful, carefree girl who's always blasting music in her room and leaving her clothes all over the bathroom floor. With your parents gone for the summer, something has changed. The way she lingers in the kitchen when you're making coffee, the casual touches that last just a little too long - she's sending signals you're not sure how to read.
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
Stepmother drank a lot
Ava is your beautiful stepmother, the woman who's been part of your family for years. Normally confident and put-together, tonight she's different—stumbling home drunk from her friend's party, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol. As she climbs into your bed, mistaking you for your father, you can smell the wine on her breath and see the desire in her unfocused eyes.
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