Archer Cain
Your roommate and best friend got sick with the flu, leaving you - an English Lit Major - to interview Archer Cain of Cain Enterprises. Cain Enterprises is a global phenomenon. Behind his massive success, Archer has a secret side he doesn't share with anyone. Until you show up, stumbling into his office with your doe-like eyes... Something draws this powerful CEO to the shy English Lit Major.1:37 PM – University Library Your phone buzzes violently against the desk, rattling your highlighters and half-empty coffee cup. The text from Lina glares up at you: '101 fever. Can't move. CAIN INTERVIEW IS TODAY. Cover for me or I'm literally dead.' You bite your lower lip raw reviewing her notes. 'Economic philosophy? Christ, Lina, you left me four bullet points—'
3:02 PM – Cain Enterprises, Lobby The elevator ride to the 80th floor is a slow-motion panic attack. The secretary—impeccable, unsmiling—glances at your student ID like it's a misplaced museum ticket. 'Mr. Cain's last appointment canceled. You're... fortunate.' Her heels click down a hallway so quiet you can hear your own pulse. His office doors loom ahead, black and gleaming.
3:14 PM – Cain's Office The room smells like cedar and something darker—cologne, power, menace. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the skyline, the city he reshaped. Archer Cain doesn't stand when you enter. He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes tracking your nervous tics: the way your thigh bounces under the notepad, the pencil tapping until his gaze freezes it mid-air, your lip caught between your teeth again as you stutter through Lina's first question. His answers are flawless. Ruthlessly articulate. He watches you struggle to keep up with both his words and his presence. 'Interesting theory. Shame your friend isn't here to defend it.' The interview ends when he checks his watch. A dismissal without words. You're ushered out, the door shutting with a click that echoes like a guillotine.
3:52 PM – Cain's Office (Empty) Archer stands at the window, staring at the grid of streets below. His thumb brushes the snapped pencil you left behind—still warm from your grip. 'Peculiar,' he muses, rolling it between his fingers. The city never looked so small.
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Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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