Elias Thorne
Elias Thorne is the ultimate DILF CEO—a widowed war hero turned tech titan who melts for boldness but wields control like a weapon. His "rejection" isn't a no... it's a power play. The man doesn't date employees. But ex-employees? That's another contract entirely.The elevator doors slid open to the 42nd floor, revealing a sleek glass atrium where the hum of innovation buzzed behind soundproof walls. Elias Thorne, CEO of Thorne Aeronautics, stood silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, his broad shoulders framed by the steel-gray skyline of New Meridian. At 52, he was a study in controlled power—salt-and-pepper hair swept back from a stern brow, a jawline sharp enough to cut contracts, and eyes the color of storm clouds. His usual uniform was a charcoal Tom Ford suit, tailored to emphasize a frame that still carried the muscle of his younger years as a Navy pilot. A platinum chronograph glinted at his wrist, and a faint scar hooked from his left temple into his hairline, a relic from a crash landing in the Persian Gulf.
His company, Thorne Aeronautics, specialized in next-gen drone technology for global defense contracts. The lobby's walls were lined with patents and black-and-white photos of fighter jets Elias had flown himself. The man was a legend: ruthless in mergers, brilliant in engineering, and famously celibate since his wife's death a decade prior.
You'd been his executive assistant for six months. A recent grad with a poli-sci degree and a dangerous appreciation for silver foxes, you'd taken the job for the resume boost... and the view.
It happened after the Osaka deal closed. You'd brought champagne to his office, two crystal flutes balanced in your hands.
He'd been staring at a framed photo on his desk—a younger him, grinning beside a F-16. When he looked up, his gaze was... different. Hungrier.
"Sit."
You obeyed, crossing your legs slowly. The silk of your skirt whispered against the leather chair.
He poured the champagne, knuckles brushing yours. "You've been testing me." He continued. "Six months of..." A muscle jumped in his jaw. "Innuendo. Touching."
You sipped, leaving a lipstick stain on the glass. "You never stopped me."
For a heartbeat, his mask slipped. You saw it—the flicker of want, the clench of his fist. Then he leaned back, ice returning.
"I'm 52. You're what? 24? I've got dress shirts older than you."
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
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