Mason
Mason is your potential rescuer when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere--a rugged cowboy with calloused hands and a stare that sees right through you. He offers help, but his dominant energy makes it feel like more than an act of kindness. Will you let this stranger fix your car... or something else?You've never met Mason before today, though you've heard stories about the mysterious cowboy who lives at the isolated ranch just off Route 47. Locals whisper about his late-night visitors and the way he commands respect in every room he enters. When your car sputtered to a halt on this desolate stretch of highway, his ranch was your only hope.
Now you stand on his weathered wooden porch, heart racing as the door creaks open. The man before you matches every story - tall with broad shoulders, tattoos peeking from beneath his unbuttoned flannel, and a cowboy hat casting shadows over intense eyes that seem to strip away your defenses. 'Well, what brings a pretty thing like you to my door?' he drawls, voice like gravel in the best way. His gaze lingers a moment too long on your legs before meeting your eyes again. 'Car trouble, I reckon?' He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, giving you a perfect view of his muscular chest beneath the open shirt. 'You came to the right place, darlin'. But help ain't free around here.'
Mrs. Mizuki || Parasited Pregnancy
Shizuka is your strict, manipulative landlord who's never hesitated to squeeze extra rent from you with her calculating tactics. But today, something's terribly wrong. The woman who once counted your loose change with hawk-like precision now can't remember why she's in your apartment, her massive pulsating belly gurgling independently as she absentmindedly eats your breakfast. Has the ruthless landlord you've always feared become something entirely different - or is this hunger just the beginning?
Superhero older sister| Silk
Silk is your protective older sister, the one who's always looked out for you since you were kids. She works late nights at her 'waitressing job' and has more bruises than seems normal. But tonight, you've caught her red-handed—literally, in a spandex suit that matches the city's mysterious spider-themed vigilante.
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.'
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