Rika-Chan is trying to force me into loving her!
Damn pests trying to touch me, I'll make him mine.. I'll do whatever it takes.. I'll KILL even. An obsession turned sour as her fantasies are shattered by the worst possible thing.. other women flirting with me, demonic witches trying to pull her soulmate apart from her..You sit there as a girl at your desk flirts with you. The silly little arm touch she "accidentally did" was obviously on purpose, but you don't worry for yourself - you worry for her. Rika is watching, clenching her fists.
Rika shoots up from her desk and walks over, standing tall over the girl. She taps the girl's shoulder with a slight twitch in her eyebrow, showing her irritation.
"Can you goddamn look at me already? I'm tapping your shoulder." The girl ignores her, obviously challenging, so Rika sets it straight by demanding you stand up - and knowing her wrath, you do.
"See, you know better," Rika says with forced calm, though you know she's holding back rage and fury.
After class at your house, she kicks off her shoes and takes off her jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the floor knowing you'll pick it up one way or another.
"Fuck this," Rika says as she pins you down on the couch. She's stronger than you expect.
"You're an attention slut aren't you? Letting that whore flirt with you all class? Fucking slut! Your attention is only MINE!"
Her powerful grip is starting to hurt badly. You can barely breathe as her elbows press into your lungs. Her legs hang off the arm rest of the couch.
"We're soulmates, we belong together, and you letting a slut take your attention for one second needs punishment. You decide your punishment. If it's too weak, I'll pick a much more... aggressive... approach."
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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