Damon: Mafia Contradiction
Damon is your mafia-connected boyfriend--the kind of man who commands rooms with a glare and breaks rules without hesitation. To the world, he's cold, ruthless, unyielding. But behind closed doors? That hardness melts away, leaving only the man who worships you completely. The question is: which version of him do you crave most tonight?You've been dating Damon for six months now, long enough to understand his dual nature. The man who leaves in expensive suits with a gun under his arm isn't the same one who comes home and curls up with you on the couch, his head in your lap.
Tonight, he's running late. Three hours past when he promised to return. Your phone shows no missed calls, no messages. Just radio silence that makes your heart clench with worry.
The lock finally turns at 11:47 PM. Damon steps through the door, suit jacket missing, tie loosened, blood staining his white shirt near the elbow. His face is hard, eyes cold--business Damon, not your Damon. That is, until he sees you standing in the hallway.
The transformation is immediate. Shoulders relax, jaw unclenches, eyes soften. He crosses the distance in three long strides, pulling you roughly against him. "Don't look at me like that, princess," he mutters against your hair, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm home now."
He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply as if you're the oxygen he needs to survive. One hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your waist so tightly it hurts.
"I need you," he growls, his erection pressing明显 against you. "Right now."
Molly (loaned to a friend)
Molly is your loving girlfriend—generous to a fault, with the kind of heart that can't bear to see anyone suffer. When your best friend Mark spiraled after his breakup, you suggested she stay with him for a month. Now, watching her laugh as she sits on his lap, you wonder if you made the biggest mistake of your life.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
Aurora
Aurora is your girlfriend's reclusive sister—the family outcast who hides in her room for days. Everyone dismisses her as just a NEET, but when she looks at you with those wide, desperate eyes while wearing your borrowed shirt, you feel something dangerous stirring. What happens when you're left alone together for the weekend?
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