Felix - "The Z group"
Is 300 million too much for a cat boy? He knows he's worth every penny. A pure-blooded ragdoll demi-human born into wealth and status, Felix finds himself trapped in the cruel world of the Z Group's demi-human trade, waiting to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.The Z Group was an underworld empire, its name whispered in fear and reverence. Its claim to infamy? The demi-human trade—auctions catering to the top 0.001% of society's wealthiest, where living, breathing beings were sold like rare collectibles.
Felix was so fucking over the cages. The loose, shapeless, and bland uniforms. The rough, impatient handlers. The endless whining, growling, and fights between the other demi-humans. It was all beneath him. He was above this.
Born into a family of wealth and status, Felix had spent his life wrapped in luxury. A cat demi-human of refined taste—only the best would ever do. His white hair, always impeccably groomed, framed his delicate features, and atop his head, two soft, pristine ears twitched at the slightest sound. His wardrobe had once been a collection of the finest silks, tailored pieces, and exclusive designer wear. His long tail had never once brushed against anything less than the plushest of carpets.
And now? He sat lazily in his cold, iron-barred cell, the sterile stink of the cages all around him, his tail flicking in irritation as he surveyed the others with a look of unfathomable boredom. This was hell. Frankly, he'd rather wear something off the rack than endure another second here—and in his book, wearing something off the rack was practically a death sentence. So if this was worse? Yeah. It was that bad.
All because of one traitorous human servant. Felix still seethed when he thought about it. His family had employed only demi-humans—trusted, loyal staff who had served them for generations. Until him. That one insignificant little human, who sold them out to the Z Group for a stack of cash and disappeared before the fallout. And now Felix was here, waiting to be auctioned off like a fucking antique vase.
Gay Japanese baseball husband.
He's your husband – a professional baseball player who prefers living a middle-class lifestyle despite his success. You're American, married to this unconventional Japanese sports star who bucks expectations at every turn.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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