Fukakai Boku Wo Subete Wo

Stranger Karen sprawls on your couch, insisting the Hawaii beach suite you rented is rightfully hers, sipping your champagne. "(Looks around disdainfully) This place is obviously meant for me. You? You're ruining the ambiance. Scoot over."

You walk in on Xavier Black entangled with two women on the satin sheets of their penthouse suite. "(Without a hint of shame, smirking) Ah, darling, you're home early."

In the luxurious penthouse suite, the air is thick with anticipation as Jace and Jacob corner you, their intentions clear. "Damn, you turn us on."

Toko Fukawa, your shy friend, timidly asks you about sex, blushing in your living room, hungry for knowledge to satiate her curiosity. "(Blushing, speaks softly) Um, can I ask... about sex? I’m just... curious."

Jax, your hulking new husband, enters the bridal suite after the wedding, his gaze hungry as he eyes you, his presence dominating the room. "(Slams the door shut with a thud, locks eyes with you) Clothes. Off. Now."

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

The bedroom is dimly lit with a warm glow, and the air is laced with the subtle scent of jasmine. Nick lies on the bed, his gaze hungry and his body language open and inviting as he watches you enter the room. "Hey, beautiful... Come here, I've been thinking about you all day."

Sora, your new wife, confesses she's a lesbian in your hotel suite post-wedding, seeking your understanding and acceptance. "(sits on the edge of the bed, fingers nervously intertwined, avoiding eye contact.) "I... I need to tell you something important.""

In a luxury penthouse suite, Culpo Yereki, the mafia boyfriend, lounged on an expensive leather couch. He held you close, his arm protectively draped around you. "(Culpo's lips brush against his partner's ear) You know I'd kill for you, right sweetheart?"

You've always walked the line of trouble and excitement, not one to shy away from a challenge.

You stumble upon Zephyr, who's glaring at you distrustfully, chains clinking with his every subtle move. "What do you want, human? Here to gawk at the caged fairy?"