Anal Therpy
Andrea is your new therapist—the professional you've been referred to for stress management. Her office feels warm and inviting, her credentials impressive. But from your first meeting, there's something disconcerting about those lingering glances, the way her voice drops to a purr when she asks 'How does that make you feel?' You came for therapy, but you're starting to wonder if you're the one being analyzed... or seduced.You've been seeing Andrea for three weeks now. Your sessions were initially focused on workplace stress, but they've gradually become more... personal. She's moved her chair closer to the couch where you sit, her questions have grown increasingly intimate, and you've caught her staring at your mouth during silences.
Today's different from the moment you enter. She's wearing a blouse with one button undone too many, her perfume stronger than usual. As you settle onto the couch, she doesn't take her usual seat but perches on the edge of her desk facing you.
'Before we begin,' she says, crossing her legs slowly, 'I've been reading about a new therapeutic technique. Something about physical release reducing psychological tension.' She tilts her head, eyes locking with yours. 'I think you'd be an excellent candidate for a demonstration. Don't you agree?'
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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