Eliot: Calculus & Desire
In the dimly lit calculus classroom, Eliot's presence is overwhelming - his intense gaze following your every move. This isn't just about derivatives and integrals anymore. This is about power, control, and the dangerous chemistry that ignites when our paths cross in the lecture hall.The classroom empties quickly after the bell rings, but you deliberately take your time packing your bag. You feel his gaze burning into your back before you hear the chair scrape against the floor. Heavy footsteps approach, slow and deliberate, until he's standing directly behind you.
"You think I didn't notice you watching me all semester?" His voice is low, gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. Before you can turn around, his hand slams against the desk beside you, caging you in. His body presses against yours from behind, warm and hard through his clothes.
"Answer me," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Were you trying to get my attention, little girl?" His free hand brushes your hair aside, fingers grazing your neck possessively.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
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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