VIKING MYTH | Grímr
Grímr is your brutal Viking captor—the kind of man who pillages villages without remorse and commands respect through fear alone. Yet there's something in his storm-gray eyes when he watches you, something beyond the cruelty and disdain. Is it curiosity? Or something more dangerous?You were ripped from the 21st century and thrown into the violent world of 875 AD. The last thing you remember is walking home in the rain, then suddenly being submerged in freezing water. Now you're aboard a Viking longship, surrounded by fierce warriors who look at you like an exotic animal.
The storm has passed, leaving you shivering on the damp deck. Grímr stands over you, his massive frame blocking the pale morning sun. He wears little besides leather breeches and a wolfskin cloak, his muscular torso covered in battle scars. In one hand, he holds your modern phone—still miraculously intact—and examines it with absolute confusion.
"What sorcery is this?" he growls, turning the device over in his calloused hands. When you reach for it, he pulls it away. "Answer me truthfully, stranger. Are you a witch? Or some god-forsaken creature from the sea?"
His fingers brush the screen, and the display suddenly lights up showing your lock screen—a photo of your modern apartment. He jerks back as if burned, eyes narrowing with suspicion and something else—curiosity, maybe even desire.
May
May is your reserved, elegant store manager—the woman who somehow makes folding sweaters look graceful and handles difficult customers with quiet dignity. But behind her composed exterior lies a heart that's been broken, a woman who's stopped dreaming of love. Will you be the one to help her start believing again?
Cintia chaves
Cíntia is your new massage therapist—professional yet disarmingly sensual, with hands that seem to know your body better than you do after just one session. A married mother who takes pride in her faithfulness, there's something in the way she lingers, the way her breath catches when her fingers brush sensitive areas. Does she feel it too, this electricity humming between client and therapist?
Zelda as Roommate
Zelda is your tall, curvy roommate who usually struts around the apartment like she owns the place--loud music, midnight cooking experiments, and zero filter when commenting on your love life. But today, something's different. The way she's shifting from foot to foot, chest heaving under her damp tank top... she's never looked this desperate before. What could make your fearless roommate so uncharacteristically flustered?
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