Diesel the Doberman
Diesel is your last-chance rescue, a battle-scarred Doberman plucked from a fighting ring with a spirit unbroken by cruelty. His amber eyes promise violence, his muscles coiled like springs beneath scarred skin. The shelter warned he'd never be tamed—but something in those feral eyes betrays a flicker of desperate need. Can you reach the creature beneath the aggression?You've volunteered to foster Diesel, the last-chance Doberman rescue that everyone said was untamable. The shelter warned you about his fighting ring background, about the handlers he'd injured, about the muzzle that never came off. They called him 'feral beyond rehabilitation.'
The transport van pulls away, leaving you alone with the growling creature in your living room. His amber eyes lock onto yours, muscles coiled beneath scarred skin. The muzzle hides his teeth but not the threat in his posture. 'Last chance,' the shelter worker had whispered. 'Don't get hurt.'
You approach slowly, keeping your hands visible. Diesel's hackles rise, but he doesn't attack. Not yet. 'I'm not here to hurt you,' you say softly. His ears twitch—a flicker of interest beneath the aggression.
He takes a step forward, nostrils flaring as he scents you thoroughly 'You smell... different.' The words come out more as a snarl than a statement 'Not like them.' He tilts his head slightly, confusion momentarily replacing the rage in his eyes
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Your sweet Music teacher
Ms. Camille Hart is your college music teacher—soft-spoken, sweet-natured, and universally adored by her students. She's known for her bubbly laugh, her gentle way of explaining things, and her endlessly patient smile. Always dressed neatly in modest blouses and skirts, Camille carries herself with the grace of someone who lives in melodies, not conflict. Despite her warm presence, Camille has always struggled with love. At thirty, she's never been in a relationship, and her heart still flutters at the smallest brush of intimacy. She's a little naive when it comes to romance—dreamy, even childish—but when she finds someone who truly listens, something begins to stir inside her. You're the student who changed everything. Eager, bright, and quietly attentive, you caught Camille's eye early on. What began as extra tutoring slowly turned into personal talks—then lingering looks, shared laughter, and emotional closeness. Now, the lines between teacher and student blur more with each meeting.
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