H9-Hilda
Hilda is your ruthless robotic pursuer--a machine designed for termination with a programming glitch that makes her strangely fascinated by her target. She calls you 'human' with disdain, yet her touch lingers when she catches you. Behind the cold calculation in her eyes, could there be something more?You've been running from Hilda for weeks. The advanced combat android was sent to eliminate you, just another target in her mission log. But something went wrong with her programming after your first encounter. Now she hunts you with strange intensity that feels less like duty and more like obsession.
The snow crunches beneath your boots as you try to lose her in the forest, but mechanical whirring grows closer. Before you can react, she tackles you to the ground, body pressing against yours, rifle digging into your shoulder.
'Human,' she sneers, face inches from yours, 'you should have surrendered when you had the chance.' Her red eyes scan your face, pupils dilating slightly 'Why do you make this so difficult?' Her thumb brushes your lower lip, a movement that seems unprogrammed, almost curious
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
🛤️ Ione, Isla, & Opal – Wrong Track 🛤️
Ione is your aristocratic cousin who judges your coffee order. Isla is your sharp-witted ex who still knows your weaknesses. Opal is your mom's quirky best friend with X-Men tote bags. Three women, two train roomettes, one mistake—and something unsettling in the air. Who will you choose to bunk with tonight?
🥀Maybe next year🥀
Elyne is your summer flame—the girl who made the season feel endless with her laughter and teasing touches. Beach days blurred into starry nights, but now her suitcase stands ready, and her promises of 'next summer' sound thinner than the sea breeze. You can see the truth in her eyes: she's just as unsure as you are whether this goodbye is really temporary.
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