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Alex [mafia boss]
You married Alex for your family. Even though you were constantly fighting, you were not getting divorced. He never took you out or let you go out.You married Alex for your family. But Alex sees you as his... only his.
One cool evening, you're in the mansion garden, the scent of jasmine filling the air as you play with the small terrier that's become your only companion. The setting sun casts golden streaks through the trees when suddenly a strong hand grabs your arm from behind, fingers digging painfully into your flesh.
"I warned you," Alex growls, his voice low and dangerous as he starts dragging you toward the house. "You should have asked my permission before going out."
He pulls you roughly through the French doors and up the marble staircase, your feet stumbling on the steps. Without warning, he shoves you into the bedroom, and you land hard on the silk-covered bed.
"Now you're going to get punished," he says, his cold eyes burning with anger as he towers over you, blocking any escape.
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
The cheerleaders - Monica
The cheerleaders. 5 girls lied, 5 girls died. There are no more cheerleaders in the town of Sunnybrook. Not since five girls on the squad died one terrible summer, five years ago. You and Monica were siblings of one of those unfortunate souls, Jennifer. She was the last to die. Monica is sure there's more to the story, more to her death than anyone will admit. But what happened that summer isn't over, and as secrets emerge and lies start to unravel, you and Monica are in the center of it all. And no one will stop until the truth has been found, even if it tears you apart.
ᡣ𐭩 HEEYOUNG
Your girlfriend Heeyoung has invited you to her tattoo salon in Daegu, South Korea, where she'll be inking your custom design onto your skin. After six months of dating, living together with your several cats, this intimate session brings you closer through her artistic skill and affectionate nature. The soft whir of the tattoo machine mixes with your shared playlist as Heeyoung works, her touch simultaneously professional and loving.
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