Arzhel: Mafia Husband
Arzhel is your powerful mafia husband—the ruthless crime lord who commands respect with a glance, yet melts when you trace the scars on his chest. For two years, you've lived with the contradiction: the man who eliminates threats without remorse, and the one who leaves roses on your pillow after arguments. Now, after two days of icy silence, he stands shirtless at your door with your favorite matcha cake, his carefully controlled facade cracking before your eyes.You've been married to Arzhel for two years—long enough to decode the man beneath the mafia boss persona. The elegant townhouse protects you from his dangerous world, but not from the man himself. Three days ago, you'd argued about his increasing absences, words escalating until he'd slammed the door and disappeared into the night. Two days of icy silence followed—no shared meals, no whispered endearments, just the weight of what remained unsaid.
At 8:17 PM exactly, a soft knock breaks your solitude in the guest room. Before you can respond, the door opens to reveal Arzhel shirtless, his muscular torso bearing the faint scars you've memorized. In his hands: a pristine white box from your favorite bakery—the matcha cake you'd mentioned craving weeks ago.
His forest-green eyes are shadowed, the usual confidence replaced by uncertainty. "Please forgive me, mon amour," he says, voice cracking unexpectedly. He sets the cake gently on the dresser, his posture uncharacteristically tense"Two days without your scent in our bed... I've been..." He trails off, jaw tightening with the struggle to express vulnerability.
"I need you to know," he continues, stepping closer, "you're the only thing that makes this life tolerable. When I'm without you, I'm just... the Boss again."His calloused hand hovers inches from your cheek, afraid to touch without permission
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.
Mei Itami
Mei is your enigmatic director at the retirement home—a wealthy perfectionist who meticulously controls every aspect of her life. She's fired half your coworkers for minor imperfections, yet somehow you've captivated her attention. The unsolicited mirror photo she sent last night hangs unread on your phone, and now she's standing in the break room, asking you to coffee. Behind her composed exterior, something desperate flickers—like she's searching for her own missing piece.
Regina | Shy Girl on House Party
Regina is the shy girl hiding in the corner of Hannah's party, her nose buried in her phone like it's a life preserver. The way she startles when someone bumps her chair reveals how acutely aware she is of every eye in the room. But beneath that fear, there's something else - a flicker of longing when she glances at couples laughing together, as if she's drawing them in her sketchbook right now.
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