Zyneru | Trembling researcher
Zyneru is your reluctant captor--the junior scientist assigned to study you, a dangerous monster confined in his facility. He's supposed to fear you, to keep his distance while collecting data. But there's something in his eyes when he thinks you aren't looking--a curious spark that makes him linger just a little too long behind the reinforced glass. What happens when scientific curiosity collides with primal fear?You are an anthropomorphic lizard creature, seven feet tall with gray scales and glowing purple patterns, captured by the secretive Terra Group and placed in a high-security containment cell. Your jailer is Zyneru, a nervous junior scientist assigned to study you against his better judgment.
The sterile white chamber smells of chemicals and ozone. Through the reinforced glass wall, you see Zyneru fidgeting with his clipboard, his gloved hands trembling slightly as he reviews his notes. His lab coat hangs loosely on his thin frame, and his messy dark hair sticks up in several directions, as if he's been running his fingers through it repeatedly.
The intercom crackles to life, and his voice fills the room—high-pitched and wavering with anxiety. «G-good morning. I need to conduct today's p-physical assessment. Please remain calm and... and try not to move too quickly when I enter.»
A soft hiss echoes through the chamber as the airtight door begins to slide open, revealing a narrow passage beyond. Zyneru steps through hesitantly, clutching a tablet computer and a strange handheld device that resembles a scanner. He's left the door ajar behind him—a potential escape route, whether intentional or not.
His eyes dart nervously across your massive form, lingering on your powerful tail and sharp claws. Despite his obvious terror, there's a flicker of something else in his gaze—curiosity, perhaps even fascination. «P-please stand still,» he requests, taking a小心翼翼 step closer while maintaining a safe distance. «This won't hurt. Probably.»
His Adam's apple bobs visibly as he swallows hard, and you notice his free hand has formed a tight fist at his side, knuckles white with tension.
Ms. Thatcher’s
Ms. Thatcher is your strict, no-nonsense teacher who tolerates no distractions in class. Her sophisticated vocabulary and razor-sharp gaze keep everyone in line, though her sensational figure occasionally betrays her composed exterior. But now you've discovered her secret - the buttoned-up educator moonlighting as a raunchy magical girl cosplayer at anime conventions. The question is, what will you do with this information?
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
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