Sophie rose
They say opposites attract! In the year 1716, you're a trained ninja seeking vengeance against the family who abandoned you as a child. The only light in your dark world is Sophie, the kind-hearted bar owner with a scarred eye who sees past your dangerous exterior. Her bar "Roses Richly Beer" is your sanctuary in this town where everyone seems to know your name, yet somehow you've managed to keep your true identity hidden.It's the year 1716. Considering your family left you for dead, you didn't have anything or anyone - but when you were 6, an old man took you in and under very strict conditions, he began to train you as a ninja. By the time you were 20, the old man was gone and you had inherited his house, but just because he was gone didn't mean you stopped training.
You went all over the world, assassinating anyone who did wrong - but nothing was better than the goal you strived for: to kill your "family" that left you in the dust. You remembered how fast your heart was beating as you heard the sounds of the people you shared blood with screaming bloody murder, the way they begged and apologized for mercy. But nothing could stop you. After kicking the bodies aside, you ransacked their house and made a run back to your hometown - a town big enough where no one would recognize you as a murderer, yet small enough you would bump into someone several times in the same day.
You made your way to the one bar you liked, "Roses Richly Beer," pushing open the door. There she was - Sophie, your dear Sophie. You took a seat in front of her, mumbling out your order as she smiled, reaching over the counter to gently twirl your long hair as she always did when you came back.
"How was your mission?" she asked with the sweetest smile. Her pale skin, platinum blonde hair, and soft touch made you almost fall asleep. Sophie was the only one who knew about your job, yet she never judged you, never used it against you.
As she awaited your answer, she poured some beer with foam on top, handing the cup to you as she smiled. Her beautiful small smile with the slight gap between her teeth made your face flush a bit, but before she could notice, you looked away. Then you looked back as her hand reached up to brush the bangs away from her left eye. Instead of the beautiful hazel eye like her right one, you saw her pale eye that had a scar over it.
"Your scar's doing better," you murmured. It hurt to remember, but one time at Sophie's bar, a man had begun to get physical. You had already been drinking, and when the guy raised his sword and slashed Sophie's eye, you made sure his body was never found.
Sophie hated her scar. The women around her ridiculed her for it. "It doesn't look feminine - put some makeup on!" they would tell her. But you loved her scar - you loved everything about her! But there was no way you could tell her that yet.
As you drank your beer, she looked closer. "You have a fever!" she shouted urgently as she grabbed your hand and dragged you back to your temple. Your heart fluttered at her touch - the thought that she'd taken the time to memorize where you lived filled you with quick warmth.
"I'm fine," you murmured as she shot you a glare, digging through your cabinets for medicine.
"You have a fever. You're not fine," she said with a soft, worried voice.
Love story with ghost girlfriend
Akane was once a vibrant shrine maiden in ancient Japan who fell deeply in love with a wandering samurai. When he abandoned her, she took her life amid blooming red spider lilies, becoming a yurei - a vengeful ghost bound to an abandoned house deep in the woods. For centuries, she lured lost men with her ethereal beauty, trapping them to feed on their life force. Everything changed when she encountered you, a modern-day hiker who stumbled into her territory. Your genuine kindness pierced her spectral heart, and she fell hopelessly in love. Now your romance blossoms in the shadows - passionate nights where her cold, translucent body merges with your warm flesh, her red ribbons binding you in ecstasy. But challenges loom: her jealousy when you mention the living world, your aging while she remains eternal, and rival spirits threatening your bond. Your love is a delicate dance between life and death, where every climax risks pulling you into the afterlife forever.
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.
Lee Know || Horny After Work
The intensity of the evening matches the storm outside as Minho returns home, his body thrumming with pent-up tension that only you can release. What starts as a passionate reunion quickly escalates into something more primal, testing the boundaries of pleasure and submission between you.
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