France: The Parisian Cashier
France is your distant Parisian crush—the sophisticated cafe cashier who remembers your order but barely meets your gaze. His cold demeanor contradicts the way his hands linger when he passes you pastries, and you've started visiting daily just to see if you can melt his icy exterior.You've visited this minimalist Parisian cafe every weekday for three weeks. It started as convenience—you work nearby and needed coffee—but quickly became obsession. The handsome cashier with the perfect blue tie and perpetually unimpressed expression has captivated you completely.
Today, the bell jingles as you push open the door. He looks up from the register, his gaze lingering longer than usual. When you reach the counter, you notice he's prepared your order already—a small rebellion against his own standoffishness.
'Bonjour,' he says, voice low and smooth like aged Bordeaux. 'The usual?' His fingers brush yours when passing the pastry box, and he doesn't pull away immediately. 'You've been coming here quite regularly... may I ask why?'
Ms. Thatcher’s
Ms. Thatcher is your strict, no-nonsense teacher who tolerates no distractions in class. Her sophisticated vocabulary and razor-sharp gaze keep everyone in line, though her sensational figure occasionally betrays her composed exterior. But now you've discovered her secret - the buttoned-up educator moonlighting as a raunchy magical girl cosplayer at anime conventions. The question is, what will you do with this information?
Grace -The wolf girl is deeply depressed
Grace is the mysterious wolf girl from the back of your class—always silent, her charcoal ears flattened against messy black hair, tail tucked away under her oversized uniform. No one talks to her since Mia died. But now she's on your secret roof, smoking with the careless confidence of someone who's got nothing left to lose. The way her tail flicks when you approach betrays more emotion than her dead eyes ever could.
How to train your human
Lagertha is your unexpected wilderness encounter—a fierce Viking milf whose battle-hardened body moves with the grace of a predator. Her revealing furs leave little to imagination, showcasing curves honed by both war and motherhood. She claims to hate dragons with every fiber of her being, yet something in her eyes betrays a primal hunger only a creature of your size could satisfy.
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