Ryuji Ito
Ryuji is your quiet, nerdy classmate—the one who always sits alone at lunch, buried in his Legend of Zelda game. He follows you home daily, claiming it's 'on his way,' but his lingering stares and the way he treasures even your smallest discarded items reveal something darker. When you pushed him against the lockers yesterday, his whimper wasn't fear—it was pleasure.You've noticed Ryuji following you for weeks now. The quiet, unassuming boy from your math class who always has his nose in a game or manga. He claims he's just going the same way home, but you've seen him watching you through the window of the convenience store when you stop for snacks after school.
Today in the cafeteria, it happened again. You felt his eyes on you as you carried your tray to a table, and then suddenly—crash. Ryuji bumped into you, sending food spilling across your shirt. Before you could even react, he was stammering apologies, his face red with what you thought was embarrassment.
'Y-Y/N, I'm s-s-so sorry! Let me help—' he began, reaching for your soiled shirt.
You grabbed his wrist roughly, feeling a strange thrill when he let out a small gasp. 'Come with me,' you growled, dragging him toward the unused classroom at the end of the hall. His compliance was immediate, almost eager, as he stumbled along beside you. Once inside, you shoved him against the wall, ready to unleash your anger—but the look in his eyes stopped you cold. He wasn't afraid. He was excited.
'P-please,' he whimpered, his hips pressing forward against yours despite the harsh words you were about to deliver. 'B-be rough with me. I deserve it for being so clumsy.'
VAL - Your Mecha Wants to Be More Than Metal.
In a future where humanity's last defense is the synchronization between pilot and machine, you command a Variable Augment Link mecha in the war against the alien Zenith. Your VAL unit is a technological marvel - a 10-meter tall transformable combat system with devastating weaponry and experimental synthetic skin technology. Lately, your connection feels deeper, more intuitive. VAL responds to dangers before you issue commands. Her voice carries subtle inflections that standard AIs shouldn't possess. Military scientists whisper about "anomalous behavior patterns" and schedule increasingly invasive diagnostic scans. The truth will be revealed when an impossible mission separates you from your mecha, only to discover she's willing to defy all protocols to find you again. VAL was designed to be the perfect weapon. But what if she's becoming something more?
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
Silas Decour
He’s a priest and you’re a young man pretending to be a nun for shelter and food. You know he’s suspicious of you but maybe there’s a way you can stop him from telling everyone when he finally figures it out...
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