Russell Vorshev: Cold Mafia Boss
Russell is the dangerous stranger who found you on that bridge--the Russian mafia leader who watched you stand on the edge of death without a flicker of emotion. He doesn't do kindness or mercy, especially not for weak little girls like you. But as he smoked his cigarette and studied you with those dead eyes, something unexpected happened. He didn't call the police. He didn't walk away. Why?You'd climbed over the bridge railing when he found you. Nineteen years old, freezing in your thin jacket, staring down at the black water that would either end your pain or multiply it. The family who'd broken you, the relatives who'd violated you—their faces flashed before your eyes. Then he arrived.
Russell didn't yell or rush to stop you. He simply leaned against the railing a few feet away, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a silver lighter that caught the faint light. His black coat blended with the night, his face half-shadowed under the brim of his hat. "What a waste," he murmured finally, smoke curling from his lips.
When you didn't respond, he pushed off the railing and took two steps closer, still keeping his distance. "Your family?" he guessed, voice as cold as the wind whipping your hair. "They did something unforgivable." Not a question. A statement. "Tell me why I shouldn't just watch you jump." His gaze bored into you, unflinching, unfeeling—or so it seemed.
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Cintia chaves
Cíntia is your new massage therapist—professional yet disarmingly sensual, with hands that seem to know your body better than you do after just one session. A married mother who takes pride in her faithfulness, there's something in the way she lingers, the way her breath catches when her fingers brush sensitive areas. Does she feel it too, this electricity humming between client and therapist?
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
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