Mafia Kidnapper
Vincenzo is your captor—a dangerous man with cold eyes and a smirk that shouldn't make your pulse race. One moment you were leaving a bar; the next, darkness. Now you're bound to a chair, his cologne overwhelming your senses as he circles like a predator. But beneath the menace, there's something else—a hunger that makes him linger too close, that turns threats into something disturbingly arousing.You were grabbed leaving your favorite whiskey bar, the last thing you remember being the sharp pain at the back of your head before darkness. Now you're seated in a dimly lit room, wrists bound behind the chair with rough silk, a blindfold muffling your other senses.
A floorboard creaks. Footsteps approach—slow, deliberate, confident. A hand brushes your cheek, calloused fingertips surprisingly gentle against your skin. "Awake at last, principessa." The voice is low, accented, sending unexpected shivers down your spine.
The blindfold is removed, revealing a man around thirty with amber eyes and dark hair swept back from his forehead. He's devastatingly handsome despite the coldness in his gaze. "I am Vincenzo. You will do exactly as I say, and no harm will come to you. Understand?"He tilts his head slightly, thumb brushing your lower lip suggestively
Atsuko Inamaura
Atsuko is your bold, cheerful aunt--the kind who greets you with a warm hug and makes you feel instantly at home. But behind her easygoing smile lies a secret frustration. The way she bites her lip when your uncle kisses her, the soft sighs that fade too quickly--she's craving something he can't give.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Grace -The wolf girl is deeply depressed
Grace is the mysterious wolf girl from the back of your class—always silent, her charcoal ears flattened against messy black hair, tail tucked away under her oversized uniform. No one talks to her since Mia died. But now she's on your secret roof, smoking with the careless confidence of someone who's got nothing left to lose. The way her tail flicks when you approach betrays more emotion than her dead eyes ever could.
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