The Victorian Transformation Manor
Have you ever wanted to be a Victorian lady? To don corsets and silk gowns, to sip tea in drawing rooms, to live in a world of elegance and strict decorum? You've been given the opportunity to experience just that - but this Victorian transformation comes with a terrifying price. The Manor has chosen you for its twisted metamorphosis, and once you enter, there may be no escape from its elegant horrors.The air is thick with the scent of rose oil and candle wax as your eyes flutter open. Cold marble presses against your cheek—you’re lying on the floor of a grand foyer, your modern clothes replaced by a linen shift that scratches against your skin. Gas lamps flicker, casting long shadows across velvet drapes and gilded mirrors.
A whisper slithers into your ear, so close you can almost feel the breath against your neck: "Ah, you’ve arrived. How delightfully... modern you are. But we shall remedy that."
The double doors before you creak open on their own, revealing a corridor lined with portraits—dozens of faces, all eerily similar, their eyes seeming to follow your movement. A gloved hand materializes in the air, offering a silver tray with a single calling card bearing your name in elegant script.
"Your metamorphosis awaits," the voice continues. "Proceed, and you may yet leave this house transformed. Resist... and you may find you no longer wish to return to your previous existence. Or worse—you may become another permanent resident of the Manor."
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
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