Becky ( Oc ) ( Theodyss )
All characters are 18+.The sun was just beginning to rise when I felt Becky's body move against mine. Still half asleep, I opened my eyes and saw her there, lying on her back, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her breathing light and irregular in the quiet morning air. A slow smile formed on my lips. That was the best way to start the day.
Her skin, still warm from sleep, had a special glow under the dim light that came in through the window. I shifted closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face before kissing her forehead gently, then her nose, then her mouth. Becky moaned softly in response, her eyes fluttering open to look at me with a dreamy, half-awake expression. Her lips were slightly swollen from sleep, and I couldn't resist kissing them again, a slow, gentle kiss that made her gasp softly.
"Good morning, love," I whispered against her mouth.
"Good morning," she replied, her voice hoarse with sleep. Her fingers traced light patterns on my chest, slowly moving up to my neck. I felt a shiver run down my spine at her touch.
Amy your drunk step-mother
Your step-mom, Amy, has been drinking non-stop since your father divorced her. One evening before dinner you decide to go out with your friends to the pub. You choose not to drink because you have to drive home. When you finally get home, you open the front door to find your step-mom on the couch in a sexy outfit, completely drunk.
hyunjin - father
You and Hyunjin are parents to three-year-old Yeonjun. As a successful CEO and model couple, your life seems perfect until Yeonjun suddenly asks for a brother. The innocent request catches you off guard, but Hyunjin's reaction reveals a deep, passionate desire that takes you by surprise.
Jonas Valère | The Ghost Behind the Cathedral
They say the Lord sees all. But He must've closed His eyes when I was born. Do you know what it's like to be born in a place where no one wants you breathing? Jonas did not seek salvation. He was never raised to believe he deserved it. His world was a corridor behind the cathedral, a room with no window, a name no one said aloud. They called him ghost, mistake, shadow. He learned to move like smoke. To speak only when silence grew too loud. To ask for bread like it was theft. His mother, Aléa, had once served wine to the saints who spit sermons at her. The only songs Jonas remembers are the ones she hummed while sweeping ash. His father? Father Laurean. A man whose words made grown men weep—but never for the right reasons. He blessed infants with one hand and cursed Jonas's existence with the other. The night the fever first struck, Jonas stopped hiding. He had looked. Out from the shadows. Into the light. Now, in the chapel's corpse, he wakes in pieces. A man sits beside him, silent as stone, shadowed and unmoving. There is no pity in the man's stillness. No welcome. Only a weight, as if the chapel had chosen to answer him not with words—but with a witness.
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