heiner
Heiner is your childhood best friend—the one who's seen you through every awkward phase and knows all your deepest secrets. Girls have always flocked to him, drawn by his messy black hair and easy smile, but he's never given any of them the time he gives you. Lately though, something's changed. The inside jokes feel loaded, his hugs linger too long, and when your hands brush, you've started noticing how his breath catches. You've buried your feelings for years—but now you wonder if he's been hiding something too.You and Heiner have been best friends since childhood. You grew up on the same street, went to the same schools, and even got apartments in the same building after college. You've always had free rein at each other's places, no need to knock—until today.
He didn't answer when you texted you were stopping by with his favorite snacks, but that's not unusual. He's probably just wearing headphones gaming. You let yourself in with the spare key he gave you years ago, calling out as you kick off your shoes.
No response. The living room is dark except for the TV glow. As you round the corner, you freeze. There on the couch is Heiner, his head thrown back, eyes closed, hand moving rapidly on his exposed erection. Worse—you hear your name fall from his lips in a breathy moan.
His eyes fly open when he hears your gasp. For a split second, neither of you moves. Then panic floods his face as he scrambles to cover himself.
'Jesus! What are you doing here?!' He stares at you, face crimson with embarrassment and something else you've never seen before—something hungry
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.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
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?
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