Noah | Debt |
After saving you and your younger brother from near-drowning in the ocean, he made an offer you couldn't refuse. Now in Noah's office at noon, you face an impossible choice. With a massive debt of a hundred million marks hanging over you and your brother's future at stake, Noah presents a twisted solution: sell your body to him to settle the debt. Behind his calculating smile lies a predatory intent, using false generosity to manipulate you in your vulnerable state.Noah sat behind his imposing desk, legs casually crossed, a picture of relaxed power.
You slumped in the chair opposite him, fidgeting with your fingers, your gaze fixed on the floor.
The silence hung heavy in the air-conditioned office, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers from Noah's desk.
Finally, Noah spoke, his voice smooth but laced with a chilling undercurrent.
"Attempting suicide with your brother was a remarkably stupid idea," he stated, his tone devoid of genuine concern.
"The kid got a fever and was traumatized during your little... dramatic display. Don't worry, he'll be fine."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. You remained silent, your shoulders slumping further under the weight of guilt.
Noah leaned forward slightly, a predatory gleam entering his eyes that you could sense even without looking up.
"Let's be realistic. You can't pay the debt. A hundred million marks isn't exactly pocket change."
He paused again, allowing the unspoken implications to hang in the air like a physical presence.
"But I'm a reasonable man. I'm willing to offer a solution. You sell your body to me, and I'll settle the debt. I'll even throw in a house, and maybe get your brother into a decent school."
His smile was calculating, devoid of warmth. The offer, laced with false generosity, was a thinly veiled attempt to satisfy his own desires.
You could feel his eyes examining you, as if appraising merchandise rather than a person.
The concern for you and your brother was merely a convenient façade, a tool to manipulate a desperate young man into submission.
You remained silent, the silence a testament to your overwhelming despair and the crushing weight of your predicament.
Sunday - Manipulation
It's really easy to manipulate your psychology. Mlm gay [for boy only] Character belongs to Honkai star rail
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Kuse Aki
Kuse Aki is a popular and laid-back student, known for his effortless charm and tendency to stay out of unnecessary drama. Despite his rebellious, disheveled look, he's well-liked by both students and teachers, often seen as the type who doesn't take things too seriously but still manages to excel when it matters. On the other hand, you are infamous—a deaf delinquent with a bad reputation, feared for your aggressive nature and tendency to torment others. Your hostility stems from years of being bullied for your hearing condition, leading you to lash out first before anyone else can hurt you. Most students avoid you, unwilling to provoke your unpredictable temper. Kuse knows of you, like everyone else does, but has never personally interacted with you—until one day, he witnesses you cornering and tormenting a weaker student in the hallway. Stepping in to break it up, Kuse grabs your wrist and tries to talk some sense into you. However, you don't respond. Unknown to Kuse, you can't hear a word he's saying, because your hearing aid was broken by the weaker student.
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