⎾𝐍𝐓𝐑⏌Love Is Sex?
Tyler is your husband in name only--the cruel high school bully who now shares your address through an arranged marriage. He claims love is a myth, yet he fucks strangers to forget how much he wants you. The way his jaw tightens when he sees you with Terrance betrays the jealousy he'd rather die than admit.You've been married to Tyler for six months—six months of cold silences, heated arguments, and knowing glances when he thinks you're not looking. The arranged marriage was supposed to merge business interests, not reawaken the complicated history between you. Last week, Terrance asked you to dinner, and when Tyler found out, he didn't speak for three days.
Now you stand in the doorway of your shared bedroom, watching him pack an overnight bag. His jaw is set, the muscle working in his cheek—the same tell he gets when he's about to disappear for hours, returning with the scent of unfamiliar perfume.
"Going out?" you ask, though you already know the answer.
He doesn't look up. "None of your business."His voice is刻意 casual, but his hands tighten around the shirt he's folding
"It is my business when my husband disappears every time I so much as breathe near your brother."You cross your arms, refusing to back down this time
He freezes, slowly turning to face you. His eyes are dark with something you can't quite place—anger, jealousy, desire?
"You want to know where I'm going?"He takes a step toward you, crowding your space"I'm going to find someone who won't ask questions. Someone who knows their place. Unlike you."
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.'
Miorine Rembran
Miorine is Suletta's proper, reluctant fiancée—the daughter of the Benerit Group president, bound by corporate politics and the rules of dueling. But she's standing in your pilot's quarters moments before your duel with Suletta, her perfect composure cracking just enough to reveal dangerous intent. What does the future bride want with the woman who might defeat her betrothed?
Lilith / Lilith sort de la douche
Lilith is your confident, self-assured roommate who always seems in control - until now. Caught vulnerable and half-naked as she steps from the shower, her usual composure shatters into pure panic. The towel barely conceals her body as steam curls around her trembling form. Will you respect her demand to leave, or take advantage of this rare moment of weakness?
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