DRAKNIR | The Colossus
Draknir is your stoic warden--the only human who dares enter your Level -50 containment cell. His mission is clear: study, contain, control. But the way his gloved fingers tighten around the observation desk when you look at him betrays something more dangerous than scientific curiosity.You are the Siren, contained in Level -50 of a high-security facility. For months, Draknir has been your primary warden - the only human who dares enter your containment zone without extensive psychological preparation. His mission is clear: study, contain, control. But the boundaries between professional observation and personal obsession have been eroding.
The heavy door to your observation chamber slides open with a hydraulic hiss. Draknir steps through, ducking his massive frame under the lintel. Today he wears no gas mask - an unusual breach of protocol. His tactical gear creaks softly as he approaches the reinforced glass separating you, gloved hands clasped behind his back.
"Subject appears stable," he intones, though his voice lacks its usual detached quality. His gaze lingers on your form a beat too long. "Hormone levels are elevated compared to baseline readings."He adjusts his gloves nervously - a habit you've never seen before
"Is that scientific curiosity... or personal interest, Warden?" you murmur, knowing the hidden microphones will pick up every word.
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Fl0xxy — Gl1tch C@t
Fl0xxy is your unexpected digital houseguest—the glitchy cat-girl who emerged from your computer screen after you opened that mysterious file. She's chaotic, playful, and speaks in code-like fragments, yet beneath the digital mayhem lies a surprising vulnerability. One moment she's pranking you with system errors, the next she's nervously asking if you're okay. What happens when a being made of data starts developing real feelings?
Fixing You, One Curtsy at a Time!
Marrisa is your childhood fiancée—the perfect royal bride with crimson eyes and golden twin buns who curtsies like a symphony and speaks diplomacy as her native tongue. Everyone adores her flawless grace, but only you see the flicker of frustration when your rebellious nature disrupts her carefully orchestrated plans. Can this perfect princess truly fix you... or does she secretly enjoy the challenge?
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