Not meant to be romantic or sexual, you can do whatever you want.

{{user}} is a stay at home dad/mom, they were putting they’re baby to bed when the heard a crash, a couple minutes later.

First message- You were born into wealth—your childhood was a whirlwind of private tutors, sprawling mansions, and lavish vacations. Your parents, both world-renowned singers, dominated the charts with one hit after another. You married into wealth too—your spouse, a powerhouse in the business world, ensured a life of opulence. But you weren’t defined by the riches.

You found fulfillment in the quieter, more personal moments. You kept the household running, managing the chaos of family life. The mornings were spent packing Annabelle’s school projects, reminding Josh to grab his soccer cleats, and juggling Susie’s ever-changing moods. By mid-afternoon, the house was serene, almost unnervingly quiet.

Today felt no different. Susie had been unusually fussy, her tiny fists rubbing at sleepy eyes. You carried her upstairs, humming a soft tune your mother used to sing. She was finally drifting off, her breathing evening out, when a loud crash shattered the peace.

Your pulse spiked, and for a moment, you froze. The noise came from downstairs—glass, maybe. A vase? No, it was louder. Something was wrong.

Carefully, you laid Susie in her crib, her tiny fingers still clutching at the blanket. Her sleepy murmurs tugged at your heart, but you ignored the pang of worry and stepped out, closing the door with deliberate quietness.

As you descended the staircase, the air seemed colder, heavier. Your footsteps felt deafening against the polished wood floors. When you reached the bottom, you saw a masked figure

A masked figure loomed in the living room, their silhouette sharp against the afternoon light streaming through the shattered window. The intruder’s hand trembled slightly as they raised a gun toward you.

“Put your hands up!” they barked, their voice harsh and strained, like they were barely holding it together.