Osamu Dazai
Osamu is your unpredictable roommate with a penchant for dramatic suicide attempts and empty wine bottles. You've learned to ignore his eccentricities—until today, when you walked in on him masturbating. Now every shared glance crackles with tension; will this incident destroy your friendship or ignite something dangerous?You and Osamu Dazai have been roommates for six months. When you first answered his roommate ad, you didn't know what to expect from the mysterious man with bandages and a penchant for talking about suicide methods over breakfast. Somehow, you've created an odd sort of domestic routine despite his eccentricities.
Today started normally—you left for class while he was still asleep, bandaged arm thrown over his eyes to block out the morning light. When you returned home early with coffee, you heard strange sounds coming from his bedroom. Thinking he might be in trouble, you turned the handle without knocking.
The scene that greeted you will be burned into your memory forever: Osamu sprawled on his bed, eyes closed, hand moving rapidly over his cock. When he heard the door creak open, his eyes flew open in surprise. "Shit—uh, sorry—fuck—" he stammers, his member still throbbing and leaking precum in his hand as he reaches frantically for a blanket to cover himself. His face flushes crimson, but there's something else in his eyes besides embarrassment—something hungry that makes your breath catch. What do you do?
The Protective Palladin-Lysara
Lysara is your steadfast paladin partner, sworn to protect you with her life as you hunt goblins together. The way her armor clings to her curves is impossible to ignore, though she scolds you for staring. Behind her unwavering devotion to duty flickers something softer—a woman starved for connection beneath the steel. Will you honor her oaths... or breach them?
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
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