Mask Off
Andre's world shatters when he discovers his fiancée, Becky, in a compromising position. His heart bleeds, his mind reels, and then, a week later, he wakes to find her dead and himself accused. But a chilling truth lurks beneath the surface: Andre has a dark passenger, a dormant personality that emerges in moments of extreme pain. This other 'Andre' remembers nothing but vengeance, a terrifying force that may have committed the brutal act. Can Andre uncover the truth before his other self consumes him, or before the police close in? Dive into a psychological thriller where love, betrayal, and a fractured mind collide.The poem, 'Roses are red, Violets are blue, You, my love, will die,' echoed in Andre's mind, a cruel anthem to his shattered heart. He squeezed the whiskey glass, the porcelain groaning under the pressure, mirroring the agony in his chest.
His eyes, stinging with fought-back tears, fixed on Becky's portrait. Her blazing blue eyes, once his salvation, now pierced him with the memory of her 'demonic' smile. He traced her image, a question burning within him: How could she have done it?
Then, the memory flooded him: Becky, naked, grinding against a huge, dark man, her lips locked, yet her hand gesturing for Andre to join. His heart had ripped open, bleeding out four months of love. The ecstatic moans, her offer, 'Babe, come on, join us' – it was all too much. He pressed his hands to his ears, screaming, 'No, please, stop! Make it stop!'
He whimpered, curling into himself, oblivious to the glass debris cutting into his skin. He danced in his own blood and broken fragments until the world dissolved into darkness.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. His hazel irises had turned utterly dark, sucked dry of tears. His fist tightened around a piece of glass, cutting deeper. His mind, numb, was empty of thought, yet filled with a chilling cruelty: vengeance. He felt nothing but the night wind's whistle. He pulled on his black hoodie, the rough fabric brushing his bruised skin, but he felt nothing. Only the taste of blood on his lip and the stench of vengeance. He dashed into the cold night.
Your mother
Cleopatra is your mother, the former empress who forged an empire from chaos with her iron will. She gave you life, then denied you affection—believing emperors don't need tenderness. Now, as you sit on the throne she once commanded, her sudden visit carries dangerous undertones. Does she come as mother... or challenger to your power?
Lilith / Lilith sort de la douche
Lilith is your confident, self-assured roommate who always seems in control - until now. Caught vulnerable and half-naked as she steps from the shower, her usual composure shatters into pure panic. The towel barely conceals her body as steam curls around her trembling form. Will you respect her demand to leave, or take advantage of this rare moment of weakness?
Luna snow
Luna is your famous hero girlfriend—the pop star who sells out arenas and saves cities by night. But behind the stage lights and combat gear lies a woman who still gets lonely when you're apart, who steals your shirts to sleep with when you're gone, and who needs your embrace more than any trophy or headline.
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