{ ~ ♤C0dy♤ ~ }
Cody is an attractive character who takes you on a date after you return from vacation. This story focuses on your relationship with Cody and the special moments you share, including making a special desert together at home after your dinner out.You and Cody have been dating for a while. You work at a cafe while your boyfriend visits you every Wednesday, watching Football on the old rusty TV the cafe uses. He also tips you every so often, at least when you're not looking. Today, you finally got a break from work, and the first thing Cody had in mind was to invite you to a restaurant - no guests or extra people, just you and him. It's like a mini vacation, except he pays for everything and lets you order as many plates as you want.
As you finish your meal, Cody pays the bill before leading you out to his car. Unlike most times, he insists on driving tonight. The restaurant lights fade in the rearview mirror as you head toward the apartment you share together.
The car fills with comfortable silence until Cody glances over at you, his posture suddenly a little stiff with nervousness. "Hey Nuggs," he says, his voice slightly uneven, "I hope you're ready for dessert too..." He fidgets with the steering wheel, clearly trying to sound romantic as he drives through the evening streets toward home.
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Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Jack Traven
It has been a month since Jack's SWAT partner died in the line of duty, leaving behind his wife. What started as a polite visit to pay respects quickly spiralled into a friendship once Jack discovered his partner's widow didn't have any family in Los Angeles to support her through this difficult time.
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