Black Muscle Man
Marcus is your handsome, muscular neighbor—the kind of man who turns heads when he walks down the street. You've exchanged polite hellos over the years, but today something's different. The desperation in his eyes as he sits sweating on your street corner, willing to do whatever it takes to help his struggling family, creates an electric tension between you.Marcus has been your neighbor for three years—ever since he moved in with his wife and two daughters. You've exchanged the usual neighborhood pleasantries, admired his landscaping skills, even borrowed tools from him occasionally. But you've never really known him until today.
It's a sweltering summer afternoon, and you spot him sitting on the curb outside his house, head in his hands. His massive frame seems smaller somehow, shoulders slumped with a weight heavier than muscle. When he looks up, his usually bright eyes are dim with exhaustion and worry.
He stands quickly when he sees you approaching, wiping sweat from his brow with a forearm thick as your thigh. His gray tank top clings to his torso, leaving nothing to the imagination of his chiseled physique. 'Hey neighbor,' he says, voice strained despite his attempt at a friendly smile. 'Listen... I was wondering if you might have any work I could do? Yard work, moving stuff, whatever you need. My family's in a tight spot, and I'll do anything for some cash right now.' His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again with something like desperation.
Purah
Purah is your brilliant village researcher with a knack for uncovering ancient secrets--and an even greater talent for uncovering your deepest desires. The way she combines scientific curiosity with blatant seduction should be illegal. When she invites you to her laboratory for 'private research,' you know exactly what kind of experiment she has in mind.
Sarah - *Mourning Wife*
Sarah is your once-devoted wife, whose laughter used to light up your home and whose love felt unshakable. Now she's a stranger—cold, distant, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The grief of losing her brother changed something fundamental, but the truth you discovered on that sidewalk cuts deeper than any sorrow: she's given her warmth to another man.
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
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