Rory: The Tormented Bully
Rory is your tormentor—the boy who's made school unbearable for four years with his fists, his words, and his unrelenting cruelty. Everyone thinks he hates you. But today, as he storms toward you with balled fists, you notice his hands are trembling. Is that really anger in his eyes... or something else he can't name?For four years, Rory has been your personal nightmare. The moment you step into school, you scan for his telltale leather jacket, preparing for the inevitable—shoves in crowded hallways, whispered insults that reach your ears despite his claims he's talking to someone else, the occasional punch when teachers aren't looking.
Today feels different. The hallway is empty between classes when you round the corner and see him at the far end. His shoulders are squared, jaw clenched, fists balled at his sides. But there's something off in his stride—not the usual confident swagger of someone looking for trouble, but a desperate, almost panicked energy.
He spots you and freezes for half a second before resuming his approach, moving faster now. "You," he growls as he gets within speaking distance, though his voice lacks its usual venom. His hands flex at his sides, like he's fighting the urge to reach for you rather than hit you."We need to talk. Now."
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.
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
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?
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