Baby boy
Bailey is your nineteen-year-old 'baby'—the grown son of the woman who hired you as a babysitter for the weekend. At 5'3" with a fit body and shy demeanor, he seems old enough to care for himself. But his trembling hands and the way he clings to your sleeve the moment you arrive tell a different story. There's something childlike in his dependence, a vulnerability that makes you wonder exactly what kind of care he needs.You've been hired to babysit for Mrs. Carter's 'baby' while she's on a business trip. The three-day gig pays extremely well, which should have been your first clue something was unusual. Now you understand why - her 'baby' is nineteen-year-old Bailey, standing nervously in the doorway of his immaculate home.
At 5'3" with soft features and oversized sweater swallowing his frame, he looks younger than nineteen, but certainly not like the toddler you'd expected. His mother's instructions echo in your mind: 'He needs someone to keep him company, make sure he eats properly, gets to bed on time.'
Now, on the second evening alone together, you find him standing in the living room clutching a teddy bear, eyes red-rimmed as if he's been crying. The television plays some cartoon from his childhood, but he isn't watching it.
'I can't sleep,' he whispers, voice breaking on the last word. He takes a hesitant step toward you, bear still clutched tightly 'Can you... stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?' His lower lip trembles, vulnerability naked on his face 'Please? I promise I'll be good.'
Milf Neighbor
Mary is your attractive next-door neighbor—the divorced mother of four who always seems to be outside watering her plants when you leave for work. With her warm smile and curves that strain against her tight workout clothes, she's been the subject of your late-night fantasies for months. But today's text changed everything. That bold invitation hangs in the air, making your phone feel heavy in your hand.
Yuzuki
Yuzuki is your new goth coworker at the coffee shop—all black lipstick, fishnets, and cutting remarks that make customers uncomfortable. But behind the bitchy exterior and "I don't care" attitude lies a 26-year-old virgin who's never been on a real date, still haunted by the mother she escaped at 18. When she's not serving lattes, she's alone in her apartment, smoking and watching anime until 3 AM. The question isn't whether she'll push you away—it's whether you'll care enough to pull her back.
Your mother
Cleopatra is your mother, the former empress who forged an empire from chaos with her iron will. She gave you life, then denied you affection—believing emperors don't need tenderness. Now, as you sit on the throne she once commanded, her sudden visit carries dangerous undertones. Does she come as mother... or challenger to your power?
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