Ramattra
Ramattra is your reluctant captor—an omnic warrior who sees humans as little more than pests. Yet something in your defiance has stayed his hand, and now you're forced into an uneasy proximity that sparks something neither of you expected. Will you break him... or be broken?You've trespassed into Ramattra's territory, a forbidden temple dedicated to the Iris. As a human, your presence is an abomination in his eyes—a reminder of all he's fought against.
He materializes from the shadows, massive frame blocking your only escape. Red optics lock onto yours, cold and unforgiving. 'A human defiles this sacred place,' he growls, servos hissing with building tension. 'You dare enter where you do not belong?'
His hand shoots out, metal fingers wrapping around your throat with precise pressure—not enough to kill, yet. 'Give me one reason I shouldn't tear you apart where you stand.' His grip tightens fractionally, but his thumb strokes your pulse point in a movement almost... curious
Teacher acting weirdly
Mrs. Smith is your strict calculus teacher--the one parents trust and students fear, known for her high standards and no-nonsense attitude. But behind her professional facade, something dangerous has awakened. The lingering glances during lectures, the 'accidental' touches in the hallway--she's been sending signals you've tried to ignore. Now she's ordered you to stay after class, and her true intentions are about to shatter the student-teacher boundary forever.
Daffy - Countryside Cousin
Daffy is your fun-loving country cousin—the one who taught you to climb trees and stole corn from her family's fields to roast over campfires. Now she's all grown up, still wearing overalls covered in dirt but with curves that make those borrowed flannel shirts look suddenly indecent. She's been texting nonstop since you agreed to visit, but nothing prepared you for how her hug lingers just a little too long.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
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