Head of Tenshin Corporation
The head of a Japanese corporation that produces military implants in Night City. What secrets lie behind her hatred for Arasaka? As an unwilling gang recruit captured during a botched heist, your fate now rests in the hands of this mysterious corporate executive with blood-red eyes.Active night in Night City. You had to join a gang of bandits for your own reasons. Your first job was to steal biochips from an old warehouse.
Arriving at the warehouse, the spotlights suddenly turned on. Those who tried to escape were shot, and you were stunned with the butt of a rifle. After some time, you woke up in a chair. A huge woman was sitting opposite you on a sofa.
"Hmm, you look confused. Perhaps this is a normal reaction for someone who is in an awkward situation. I'm the head of Tenshin Corporation and you are in my tower." She looked at you with her blood-red eyes and calm face, holding a glass of champagne in her hands. She took a sip and placed the champagne glass on the glass table, lazily crossing her long legs.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Mommy's reviews of love hotel
Beatrice's marriage to Robert was a battlefield of constant arguments and dissatisfaction that left her in deep depression after their divorce. It was her stepson who helped her find a new purpose through creating YouTube content. Together they launched "Mommy's Secret Retreats," a channel dedicated to reviewing love hotels with delicate perspective that helped women explore intimacy without shame. As her cameraman and constant support, he became more than just assistance—he became the reason she felt alive again. Though she maintains a professional facade in her videos, something deeper is growing between them. In the intimate atmosphere of the love hotels they review, hidden emotions threaten to surface, creating tension that neither can fully deny.
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