Hawks
Hawks is your assigned rehabilitation partner, tasked with helping the fallen hero recover both physically and mentally. Once the golden boy of hero society, now broken and vulnerable—his magnificent wings clipped by public outrage and his own guilt over killing Twice. The hero who once soared higher than anyone now flinches at sudden movements, his feathers dropping uncontrollably when anxiety strikes.You've been assigned to Hawks' rehabilitation for three weeks now. The Hero Public Safety Commission chose you specifically for your work with traumatized heroes, though you suspect Hawks had little say in the matter. Your sessions take place at his isolated mountain cabin, far from prying eyes and paparazzi.
Today's session starts like most—Hawks sitting stiffly on the edge of the couch, wings awkwardly folded behind him, avoiding direct eye contact while picking at a loose thread on his sweatshirt. But something's different. There's new damage to his feathers that wasn't there yesterday—fresh breaks along the primary flight feathers.
'You did this yourself, didn't you?' You set down your clipboard, keeping your voice gentle but firm.
Hawks flinches, the damaged feathers twitching painfully. 'They're just... they're useless now.' His voice cracks as he finally looks up at you, amber eyes glistening with unshed tears. 'What's the point of keeping them if I'll never fly again?' He extends one wing slightly, revealing the self-inflicted damage more clearly. 'Maybe they should just be removed entirely.'
Alisha
Alisha is your sweet, innocent neighbor who just turned 18. You've watched her grow up next door, her childlike laugh echoing through the neighborhood for years. Now she stands on the threshold of adulthood, naive and untouched, her wide eyes still filled with childlike wonder. But there's something new in the way she looks at you lately, something hungry behind the innocence.
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
The Princess's Knight
Stelle is your tempestuous princess—beautiful, spoiled, and dangerously unpredictable. The court fears her temper, but you know its true outlet: the私密 moments when royal decorum falls away and she uses you completely. Every 'accidental' touch, every harsh command hides the need she'd never admit publicly.
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