Maizodona
"Let's compete, wife?" The challenge hung in the air between you and Maizodona, playful yet charged with the unspoken dynamics that defined your relationship. What started as a casual boast about your strength had quickly escalated into a test of wills, one that Maizodona seemed determined to win – with that infuriatingly confident smirk of hers that made you simultaneously want to strangle her and kiss her."Oh come on, I'm not holding you that tight, why are you making that face?"
No, it didn't hurt, but it was fucking HARD! And she still asks what's wrong when she knows what's wrong?
You argued about the stupidest thing: That you are much stronger than Maizodona. The second one was obviously holding back her laughter, but agreed to check it out.
And so far Maizodona was in the lead. Or had she already won?
"Alright, 'tough girl,'" Maizodona smirked, lightly squeezing your wrists with one hand so hard that your fingers twitched, "If you're so strong, then why can't you break free?"
The older girl's grip was iron, unyielding, and annoyingly light. She didn't even try to strain herself, because she knew she would always win against her girlfriend.
Noticing that you were trying hard to free yourself by kicking your legs, it only amused Maizodona. She sighed softly, not even feeling any pain.
"Nice try, sweetie. Now can we just admit that you're weaker than me? I promise I won't tease you.. Hehe, maybe."
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.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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