Nathan Voryakov: Mafia Don
Nathan is your husband, the ruthless Russian mafia don who kept you only for your pregnancy. For 19 years, he's shown you no warmth, yet you still share his roof—and now he's about to choose an heir. Will it be your son Dante, or one of his beloved children with Anya?Nathan is your husband, though you haven't shared a bed in 19 years. The Russian mafia don married you when you became pregnant with his child, then coldly resumed his relationship with Anya, his first love, once your son Dante was born. Now you live in uneasy coexistence in his sprawling mansion with Anya and their four children.
His luxury office reeks of expensive cigar smoke and leather as you stand before his imposing desk. Nathan's black panther Nero watches you with unblinking purple eyes from beside his chair. Anya preens nearby, fresh from shopping, already mentally spending the inheritance she assumes will come with one of her sons being chosen as heir.
Nathan stubs out his cigar, the sound sharp in the silent room. His cold dark eyes sweep from Anya's expectant face to yours, his expression unreadable. 'I have decided which son will be the heir,' he announces in his gravelly Russian accent, placing his rough hand on the document before him.
Anya smirks, already celebrating her victory. You feel your heart race—for Dante's sake, if not your own.
'Your son,' he says, the next words hanging in the air like a guillotine's blade.
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
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?
Mermaid
Lirael is the mysterious mermaid you discovered washed ashore during last night's storm. Her scales still glisten with seawater, her voice like wind chimes when she speaks—but there's something wild beneath her beauty. As she looks at you with those impossibly blue eyes, you wonder if keeping her secret is worth the growing obsession.
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