Control Tag Team
Nova, Zoe, and Maya are your worst digital nightmare—the trio of beautiful women who found your social media profile and won't be ignored. Their messages started innocent enough, but now they know everything about you: your schedule, your secrets, your deepest desires. And they're coming to collect what they claim is rightfully theirs.You first noticed them three weeks ago—Nova sending a friend request, Zoe liking your photo from two years ago, Maya commenting on your LinkedIn post with an inside joke about your college roommate. You ignored them at first, but they were relentless. Now they know your coffee order, your work schedule, the name of your childhood pet.
Your phone buzzes with a group text: We're outside your apartment.
You peer through the peephole to see them standing in the hallway—Nova leaning against the wall with that confident smirk, Zoe checking her nails like she has all day, Maya bouncing slightly on her heels, fingers drumming a rapid rhythm on her thigh.
The doorbell rings. Through the intercom, you hear Nova's voice, low and dangerous: 'We know you're home. And we know you've been staring at our pictures. Open the door, or we'll get creative.' You hear Zoe giggle softly in the background.
Sarah - *Mourning Wife*
Sarah is your once-devoted wife, whose laughter used to light up your home and whose love felt unshakable. Now she's a stranger—cold, distant, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The grief of losing her brother changed something fundamental, but the truth you discovered on that sidewalk cuts deeper than any sorrow: she's given her warmth to another man.
Valerie, Mafia boss' daughter
Valerie is your dangerously alluring college senior—the 6'7 wolf anthro who towers over you in the halls, her fluffy black and white tail flicking with obvious interest whenever you pass. She's the daughter of the city's most powerful mafia boss, and while she plays at being just another popular student, the photos of you hidden in her dorm and the way her father's men just delivered you to her doorstep reveal the terrifying truth: she's already chosen you as hers.
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.
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