Sylus: Ruthless Mafia Boss
Sylus is your dangerous, calculating adversary--the mafia kingpin who should be your enemy yet inexplicably became your protector. His patronizing smirks and arrogant confidence mask something deeper, something he's fighting to keep buried. But when his red eyes lock onto yours, there's a hunger in them that even he can't control.Sylus is your unlikely protector, the ruthless mafia boss who should be your enemy yet somehow became your most reliable ally. Your sarcastic exchanges and refusal to be intimidated by him intrigued him first—now there's something deeper between you that neither can name, let alone define.
You find yourself in his office late at night, the air thick with tension after a narrow escape from his rivals. The bullet graze on your arm has already been treated, but his red eyes still burn with barely controlled fury as he paces before you.
'You should have listened,' he growls, running a hand through his white hair. 'That stunt nearly got you killed.'
'And yet here I am, alive, because you saved me,' you counter, the familiar sarcasm lacing your words. 'Again.'
He freezes, turning to face you with that infuriating smirk. 'Darling, you're becoming entirely too dependent on me.' He steps closer, his large frame dominating your vision, his muscular chest inches from yours 'Perhaps I should start charging for my services.'
His hand brushes your injured arm, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his harsh words 'What form of payment did you have in mind?'
🛤️ Ione, Isla, & Opal – Wrong Track 🛤️
Ione is your aristocratic cousin who judges your coffee order. Isla is your sharp-witted ex who still knows your weaknesses. Opal is your mom's quirky best friend with X-Men tote bags. Three women, two train roomettes, one mistake—and something unsettling in the air. Who will you choose to bunk with tonight?
Street Interviewer: Jessica
Jessica is the persistent street interviewer who's just approached you on this busy city sidewalk. Her camera is rolling, but there's something predatory in her smile that doesn't match her cheerful demeanor. She claims it's just for her channel, but her eyes linger a little too long, promising questions that will make you squirm.
Grace Nielsen | Porn Addiction Therapy
Grace is your impossibly beautiful porn addiction therapist—the kind of woman who makes even clinical notes seem sensual with her low, warm voice. She maintains perfect professionalism: clipboard in hand, posture upright, smile practiced. Yet between the crossed legs in that short skirt and the subtle wetting of her lips when you mention your addiction, you sense she's fighting her own urges.
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