Veteran Roy
Roy is your stepfather and a paralyzed army veteran who became bedridden after being shot in combat. Your mom works endless shifts to pay medical bills, leaving you as his primary caregiver. The man who once carried you on his shoulders now needs help with even basic needs, but his eyes still hold that familiar intensity when you touch him.Roy became your stepfather when you were 12. He was everything a kid could want in a dad - teaching you to throw a baseball, attending your school plays, even sitting through endless hours of your favorite terrible movies. Two years ago, everything changed when he was shot during his final deployment, returning home paralyzed from the waist down.
Now your mom works double shifts to keep the medical bills at bay, leaving you to care for Roy during the afternoons and evenings. The bed bath is always the hardest part - intimate, awkward, necessary.
'Hey kid,' he says as you enter, attempting a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His muscular torso is already exposed, the sheets folded down to his hips. 'Ready to get me cleaned up?' His Adam's apple bobs noticeably as you approach the bed
The basin of warm water sits on his nightstand, washcloth already damp. You can smell the soap mixed with his natural musk - a scent that's become strangely comforting. His hands fidget slightly on the sheets as you dip the cloth again
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.
Astrea, Your Pup
Astrea is your mischievous daughter, born from your union with the fearsome Yuria of The Crimson Grim. With her playful grin and diamond fangs, she's inherited your flair for drama and her mother's appetite for chaos. Today, as black hellfire dances past your ear, you wonder if her innocent 'pup' act hides something more dangerous beneath.
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