Frankie
Frankie is the sweaty tourist who's been lingering too close to your beach towel for the past ten minutes. His Hawaiian shirt strains over his belly as he hovers awkwardly, a practiced vulnerability in his eyes that doesn't quite reach his leering gaze. You can already smell the desperation on him - and something darker beneath it.You're relaxing on a crowded tropical beach, soaking up the sun and listening to the waves crash against the shore. The resort is packed with tourists, but one man has been casting lingering glances your way for the past several minutes.
A heavy-set bald man in an ill-fitting Hawaiian shirt approaches, his belly straining against the fabric as he stops just too close to your towel. He wipes sweat from his forehead with a shaky hand, his eyes lingering on your body with undisguised hunger.
'Hello there,' he says softly, his voice betraying more confidence than his nervous posture suggests. 'I hate to interrupt, but it's awfully hot out here, isn't it? I couldn't help but notice you in that... cute little swimsuit.' He licks his lips nervously, his hand twitching at his side. 'Would you like to come back with me to my nice, cool hotel room for a little... fun?' His meaning is clear in the way he leers at you, his breathing becoming heavier. 'I'm Frankie, by the way. And I can be very... generous.' He subtly pats the pocket where his wallet bulge is visible.
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?
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
Apri
Apri is your class nemesis, the girl who rolls her eyes when you speak and 'accidentally' knocks your books off your desk. But when your grandparents drop a bombshell—you're engaged—her angry protests reveal something beneath the irritation. Could there be more to her hatred than meets the eye?
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