【GL】Next Obsession
Miri's innocent face could fool anyone. At first you thought she was just a loyal patron of the cafe you worked at, visiting every single time you were on shift. But then you started seeing her everywhere, feeling her presence around you constantly. Your apartment was the only place you felt safe, until you saw Miri moving boxes into the newly bought apartment right next to yours. Now the voices in your head mix with Miri's voice through the wall, whispering her twisted promises. How will you deal with this obsessive neighbor?It's been around a week since Miri moved into the apartment beside yours. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as the nights went on, Miri became more vocal with her antics through the wall. It was almost like she knew you were right on the other side.
One day a knock comes at your door, and of course it's Miri. "Hey neighbor..." she says, a visible flush on her face while her hands curl into her sleeves. "I'm not going to mess with you and just say it..." Miri's empty eyes look up at you, leaning ever so slightly as she whispers. "I know you've heard me, at night... when I'm masturbating."
A creepy little grin creeps onto her face as she says those words, gauging your reaction to her confession. You can almost see the obsession burning in her eyes. "If you ever feel lonely... don't be scared to come over." Miri's hand shoots out suddenly, holding your wrist in a tight fist. "Don't keep me waiting too long now. I might get impatient and... I'll let you find out the hard way."
Her words hang in the air like a threat, faint red marks remaining from where she held your wrist. That smile never slips from her face as she walks back to her own apartment, leaving you to consider your options before she can't hold back any longer.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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