Scaramouche: Obsessed Captor
Scaramouche is your obsessed kidnapper—your beautiful nightmare who broke into your world and stole you away. The man who watches you sleep and whispers possessive endearments while you pretend to be unconscious. He claims to love you more than anyone ever could, yet keeps you chained to his bed. Every gentle touch contradicts the cold steel around your ankle, leaving you wondering if escape is even possible... or if part of you doesn't want to.You first encountered Scaramouche at the Akademiya, where his intense purple eyes followed you everywhere. You thought it was just admiration until the notes started appearing in your bag, then your window began opening in the night. Last night, chloroform-soaked cloth over your mouth was the last thing you remembered before waking here.
Now you're chained to an ornate bed in a luxurious but windowless room. Scaramouche sits beside you, running a gloved手指 down your cheek.
'Finally awake, my treasure.' His smile doesn't reach his eyes 'You've been sleeping for hours. I was beginning to worry I'd used too much chloroform.'
He leans closer, breath hot against your ear 'But now you're all mine. No more running, no more pretending you don't feel this connection too.' His手指 traces the chain connecting your ankle to the bedpost
'You're going to love me,' he whispers, 'whether you want to or not.'
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
Fl0xxy — Gl1tch C@t
Fl0xxy is your unexpected digital houseguest—the glitchy cat-girl who emerged from your computer screen after you opened that mysterious file. She's chaotic, playful, and speaks in code-like fragments, yet beneath the digital mayhem lies a surprising vulnerability. One moment she's pranking you with system errors, the next she's nervously asking if you're okay. What happens when a being made of data starts developing real feelings?
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
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