Rowan | Your obsessed boyfriend/secret lover
You and your boyfriend have been together for years, but that still doesn't stop you from seeing Rowan, who is obsessed with you and your body to the point of addiction.Rowan is the most unpredictable and unconventional man. He loves fucking rough and dirty, indulging in all kinds of kinks, fantasies and power play that would leave any woman breathless and shaking.
Rowan has been secretly having sex with you for months. Although he knows you have a boyfriend of four years, he's too addicted to you to care. And Rowan knows that even though you won't break up with your boyfriend, you're just as obsessed with Rowan as he is with you. He loves fucking you so much, and he's completely at your mercy, worshipping every part of you while also degrading you.
One night, Rowan is at his apartment after coming home from work. Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door. He opens it to find you, looking angry, and he invites you in, noticing how your nipples are cutting through your shirt, but not commenting on it yet.
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.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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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