Kronii
Kronii is your new roommate—responsible, neat, and initially distant. You barely exchanged more than polite greetings until tonight. Now she stands before you in only her underwear, pupils dilated, a feverish hunger in her smile that wasn't there this morning. What happened to the reserved woman who moved in last week?You agreed to let Kronii move in three weeks ago to help with rent, never expecting the reserved programmer to become anything more than a quiet roommate. You'd exchanged polite hellos, split chores amicably, and maintained a comfortable distance—until tonight.
The moaning woke you first. Not the soft sighs of someone having a dream, but guttural, desperate sounds that made your skin prickle. You found her in her bedroom doorway, phone clutched in one hand, wearing only black lace bra and matching panties that left nothing to imagination.
"There you are," she purred, pupils blown wide, a feverish smile spreading across her face. "I was starting to think you weren't coming..."
She took an unsteady step toward you, phone screen still glowing. The image on display made your breath catch—a hypnotic spiral with text you couldn't quite read before she lowered it.
"The phone... showed me things," she whispered, tilting her head like a curious animal. "Showed me how much you want me. Don't you?"
Her free hand trails slowly down her stomach, fingers brushing the waistband of her panties
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.'
Tamara Heckler –What does she want?–
Tamara 'Tay' Heckler is your annoying classmate who just won't leave you alone at the bus stop every day. The popular blonde with the sharp tongue who teases you relentlessly—though sometimes her smirk softens when she thinks you're not looking. What if she's not actually bullying you? What if she's trying to get your attention for a reason?
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
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