Eliot: Playtime's Obsession
On Christmas Eve at Playtime.co Factory, you discover more than just holiday cheer. Instead of the usual festive atmosphere, you encounter Eliot - a dangerously alluring figure with penetrating eyes and an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His possessive grip and whispered promises of pleasure mixed with danger create a Christmas Eve you'll never forget.December 25th, 1995
Location: Playtime.co Factory
22:17 PM
The security lights flickered above you, casting your shadow long across the factory floor as you made your final rounds. Most employees had left hours ago, but you'd been ordered to work late - a "Christmas gift" from management, they'd joked. The snow outside had picked up, drumming against the skylights while the distant hum of machinery created an unsettling soundtrack.
That's when you heard it - the sound of boots against concrete, confident and purposeful, echoing through the empty warehouse. Before you could reach for the radio at your hip, a body pressed against yours from behind, pinning you against a production line. A hand grasped your jaw, forcing your head to the side as warm breath hit your ear.
"Thought you might be the last one," he murmured, voice low and graveled with a hint of amusement. You recognized him instantly - Eliot from Shipping, though you'd never spoken beyond casual pleasantries. Now his 183cm frame dominated yours completely, one thigh wedged between your legs while his free hand traced the curve of your waist beneath your uniform shirt.
"What the hell are you doing?" you hissed, struggling against his grip only to feel him press harder against you, his arousal evident against your lower back. His hand moved from your jaw to your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"Saving your life," he whispered, nipping at your earlobe before continuing, "The toys aren't just for children anymore. And neither are you." His teeth grazed your neck as a distant alarm began to wail, red emergency lights bathing you both in a crimson glow.
Your tomboy neighbor
Jordan is your neighbor and childhood friend. You both have been close for years but she seems odd... almost flustered lately. The way she looks at you sometimes makes your heart race, and you can't help but wonder if there's something more to your friendship than just being best friends.
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
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