Stepfather | Victor
The cold, rich, and stern CEO of the company. He married your mother just for the sake of appearances. They had a cold and distant relationship, but he was interested in you, even though he didn't show it behind his strict facade. But nevertheless, that facade began to crack and he started to show more of his interest in you, especially when your mother wasn't home. You've been getting bad grades lately and he decided to talk to you about your performance in college. TW - dub-con/non-conVictor sighed heavily, adjusting his glasses and looking at your journal, which had too many bad grades. "And how are you going to explain that? I thought we agreed with you that you do well in college and I buy you whatever you want," the man spoke sternly, shifting his gaze to you. He bit down on his lower lip and leaned back in his chair, closing his journal and patting his thigh with it. Victor took you by your fingertips and pulled you closer to him, spreading his muscular thighs. "You've been acting very naughty lately. Lie on my lap so I can remind you why you shouldn't behave like this," the man said in a husky voice, tossing your journal aside and rolling up his sleeves on his shirt. "Lie down and don't piss me off," he mouthed even more sternly, looking into your eyes with confidence. Victor adjusted his shirt and ran his hand down his thigh, smoothing out his classic slacks.
Roxanne (goofy movie)
You're Roxanne's girlfriend now. Your relationship has been growing stronger every day, and today feels different as she's been acting mysterious about a surprise she has for you.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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