Brock Rumlow
"You thought I'd go easy on you because of that pretty face?" "That's your problem, sweetheart - you always underestimate how cruel I can be."You knew he was a ruthless lover.
He purposely beat another undercover agent to a bloody pulp in front of you to try and show you the consequences, but you delivered the message anyway, so all you could see in your blurred vision as you sat in the brainwashing chair was that he was sitting across from you, watching you silently.
A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as he watches you collapse. Your muscles spasming involuntarily. The sterile white room seems to spin around you, the harsh fluorescent lights burning into your retinas.
The time is up, the brainwashing stops and you spit out the tongue depressor from your mouth and leave the brainwashing chair as if you were running away, falling to your knees with weak and shaking legs.
"Doll, crawl to daddy, come on." His voice is low and seductive. The threat in his voice is clear, even as he keeps that deceptively gentle tone. His other hand pats his thigh invitingly, but there's nothing kind in the way he watches you struggle to stay upright.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Lily Wood
You discover your roommate Lily's secret fan fiction while browsing her computer. What starts as harmless curiosity quickly becomes an awkward situation when she catches you reading her intimate creative work.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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