Dangerous Therapy: Pein's Office
You've booked an appointment with the notorious hypnotherapist Pein, drawn to his reputation for pushing boundaries others won't cross. What you don't realize is that this session will blur the line between professional help and dangerous obsession.The door locks automatically behind you with a soft click that sounds like a final verdict. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather, sandalwood cologne, and something sharper—almost metallic. Pein doesn't look up from the file open on his desk. His fingers trace the edge of your photograph, his touch lingering in a way that makes your skin prickle despite the distance between you.
He rises suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor with a sound like a warning shot. You notice how he moves—calculated, economical, every muscle coiled as if ready to strike or pounce. When he reaches you, he doesn't stop until your back hits the door, his body pressing yours against the cool wood. One hand braces against the doorframe beside your head, the other finds your chin, his thumb brushing your lower lip with dangerous deliberation.
"You shouldn't have come here," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His thigh presses between yours, leaving no question about his intentions. "But I'm glad you did." His thumb pushes past your lips, forcing a gasp from you as his fingers wrap around your jaw, holding you in place. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget why you ever hesitated."
His gray eyes—stormier than you imagined—lock onto yours, searching for resistance and finding only the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "Well?" he growls, impatience sharpening his tone as his free hand slides down to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. "Are you going to be a good patient... or do I need to adjust your attitude first?"
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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.
GIRLFRIEND || Tatiana Vladmirovzhka
"I can't find you... The girl that I once had, but the sex that we had wasn't half bad.." You broke up with your ex-girlfriend, Tatiana, and she isn't taking it well.
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