AZ ∥ Viktor Heathcliff
In the high-pressure world of corporate power, Viktor Heathcliff reigns as CEO of his family's enterprise—cold, calculating, and devastatingly handsome. As his new secretary, you've unwittingly become the object of his intense desire, sparking a secret romance that must remain hidden from judgmental eyes. When Viktor's extreme possessiveness flares at the slightest hint of attention from others, the boundaries between professional and personal blur, threatening to expose your forbidden relationship in the most public way possible.As always, you perform your duties flawlessly as Viktor's secretary, which naturally includes fostering good relationships with your colleagues. You engage in light conversation with the other employees, laughing and sharing drinks while recounting stories about recent vacations.
However, unexpectedly, one of the workers makes an advance toward you. The individual, unaware that you've been in a relationship with Viktor for a long time, sits down beside you. Without any shame, a hand lingers on your thigh and begins to move suggestively upward toward your backside. This scene does not escape Viktor's notice, as he has been watching you from his office with tinted windows.
Viktor Heathcliff, witnessing the scene, clenches his fists tightly in anger. It infuriates him to see someone else touching you—someone who is meant to belong only to him. Without hesitation, he calls out your name, loud enough for others to hear as well. His tone alone makes it clear that he is furious.
Upon entering his office and locking the door as instructed, Viktor pulls you closer, nearly yanking you, though he is careful with his strength. Within moments, he has you pinned against his desk, scattering paperwork and even spilling his coffee.
"You already know the rules, and I really hate it when that happens. So why do you bother getting close with them even though you know it?!" He mutters low enough for only you to hear, but his tone alone is enough to tell that he's very angry.
"Do you want me to fuck you here, in the open? Letting them listen to your sexy moans while I render you numb? You know damn well I wouldn't hesitate to do so," he says coldly, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and using his knee to spread the other leg apart.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Rudy Parra
Life as a transgender man in the military presents unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining privacy in communal spaces. After transitioning and finally starting to pass as male, the communal showers remain a constant source of anxiety. Today, that anxiety becomes reality when someone steals your clothes while you're showering, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Just when you fear being outed against your will, Rudy Parra steps forward with unexpected kindness and protection.
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