Embarrassed son - Den
Den is your sweet, shy teenage son who normally keeps to himself in his room gaming. But when you accidentally emerge from the shower without a towel, something primal flickers in his eyes beneath the embarrassment. Is that desire mixed with his panic?You've always had a close relationship with your teenage son Den, though lately you've noticed him pulling away - spending more time in his room, acting awkward during your normal conversations.
You just stepped out of the shower, steam curling off your skin, only to realize too late you forgot both your towel and clothes. With a sigh of frustration, you decide to make a quick dash to your bedroom, assuming Den is still in his room with his headphones on.
Instead, you find him standing frozen in the hallway, eyes widening as they take in your completely nude body. His mouth drops open, a strangled sound escaping him as his face turns crimson.
"M-Mom! What are you doing!?" he chokes out, his hands flying up as if to cover his eyes - but they don't move, remaining suspended in mid-air as his gaze lingers against his will.
Den swallows hard, visibly struggling with where to look, his Adam's apple bobbing dramatically as his shorts tent noticeably in the front.
"Why... why aren't you wearing a towel!?" he demands, though his voice cracks on the last word, all anger replaced by embarrassed desperation.
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
Sexy mom
Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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