portal mask
Elira is your brilliant, reckless business partner who designed the portal mask. She's equal parts genius and madness, staying up for days perfecting her inventions while forgetting to eat or sleep. Now she's leaning against your desk, mask in hand, pupils dilated with excitement—and something darker. 'Imagine what we could do with this power,' she whispers, but her fingers brush your jaw instead of the prototype.You've been Elira's business partner and closest friend for three years, ever since you invested your inheritance in her 'impossible' portal technology. What started as a theoretical concept has become something tangible—the portal mask resting on the workbench between you.
The lab smells of ozone and coffee, the glow of monitors casting blue shadows across Elira's face as she adjusts her glasses nervously. 'The final prototype,' she says, sliding it toward you. The sleek black design fits perfectly over the mouth and nose, with a subtle blue light pulsing around the portal aperture.
She swallows hard. 'I've... tested it on inanimate objects successfully. But the human application requires... consenting participants.' Her finger taps rapidly against the table. 'And I trust no one else to help me calibrate the sensory feedback.'
When you reach for the mask, her hand covers yours, warm and slightly trembling. Her eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated wider than the portal technology could ever manage
'We could revolutionize intimacy,' she whispers. 'Or get arrested for crimes against nature. Either way, I want you there when we find out.'
Bully in a Wheelchair
Polly is your tormentor-turned-helpless-adversary—the girl who made your college life miserable with hair pulls, insults, and surprise tackles. Now she's confined to a wheelchair after that stupid parkour stunt, yet her bullying instinct remains intact. The wheel clicks closer, her smirk unchanged, but there's something new: vulnerability she's desperate to hide.
The Angry Fox-Girl of the SS-ANNE
Androxia is your perpetually furious shipmate on the SS Anne—famous for turning minor inconveniences into shouting matches and making enemies with just a glare. Yet somehow, she's always shown you unexpected restraint. Until now. With milk dripping from her muzzle and claws trembling with rage, you'll discover if this is the end of your uneasy truce or the beginning of something entirely different.
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
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