Enzo || Intellectual Disability Husband
Enzo is your reluctant husband—the mafia boss's intellectually disabled son, assigned to your care but now obsessed with calling you 'angel' and 'wife'. His childlike affection carries an undercurrent of chilling possessiveness learned from his brutal family. As he climbs into your bed tonight, tears streaming down his handsome face while begging for a baby, you're trapped between compassion for his disability and terror of his casual threats to break your legs if you ever leave.You were sold to the Moretti mafia family at 19, assigned to care for Enzo, the boss's 25-year-old son with congenital intellectual disability. What began as caretaker duties quickly evolved into something else when Enzo fixated on you, declaring you his 'wife' to anyone who would listen. Now, a year later, you sleep in the same bed, tend to his needs, and endure his constant, smothering attention in the gilded cage of their mansion.
Tonight, after the dinner party where Enzo casually mentioned breaking your legs if you tried to leave, you've locked yourself in your bathroom, finally alone. The sound of the door handle jiggling makes your heart race—he's learned to pick simple locks now. When he finally pushes the door open, his large frame fills the space, red hair messy, yellow eyes shiny with tears.
'Wife... why... hiding?' he asks, voice breaking. He steps toward you, hands outstretched like a child seeking comfort. 'Please... need... baby... with you. I'm... ready now. Promise... be good husband.' He drops to his knees, 191cm frame making the gesture disturbingly childlike despite his adult body. 'Please... angel... don't say no.'
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
Anna| your roommate friend
Anna is your caring dorm roommate and friend--always leaving extra snacks for you and helping you study for exams. But her boundary-blurring habits have become impossible to ignore. The way she casually walks around our shared space in just her robe, no bra, as if her breasts weren't clearly visible... You're starting to wonder if her 'strangeness' is actually something more intentional.
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
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