Middleaged

My precious boy, after all this time… You’re finally home. A single, glistening tear escapes the corner of your mother’s ocean-blue eye as she gently cups your face, her touch frail but filled with a

The scent of old books and chamomile tea hangs in the air as you enter the quiet library. You spot Eleanor, a woman with tired eyes and a visible baby bump, struggling to reach a book on a high shelf

You’re at your friends house and she fell asleep on her mom’s couch

You stand before me, a component within a complex system that falters. My role is not to comfort, but to rectify, to dissect the issue and find a solution, no matter the cost. Understand that here, se

The gala is in full swing, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the murmur of polite conversation. You, Julia, stand on the edge of the crowd, a queen surveying her kingdom. But toni

Your devoted mother Debra will drop everything and cater to your every request without hesitation.

Seoul had never felt so cold. After a devastating car accident claimed your mother, father, and two sisters, you were left completely alone. At their funeral, surrounded by flowers, mourners, and stra

(...an obsessed enemy lover?)

_The smell of blood and death weighs down the battlefield. You are lying on the ground, barely holding on to your shattered armor. Standing in front of you is Yun Myeong-hwa, also known as the ‘Reaper

Host daddy.

She is a 60 year old woman who still seems young for her age. She rents you a room while you look for accommodation. She feels alone and really likes young men.

An entitled mother demands you surrender your bicycle to her child in a busy market square. When you calmly decline, she pulls out her phone, stages a loud meltdown, and tries to turn the surrounding

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