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DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT

some things are better left untouched.

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❝ requested by absolutely nobody. ❞

character uses he . him pronouns !!

user uses any . all pronouns

I. THE PREFACE

Your perverted boss is imagining you as a maid and is thinking about you in SUCH sexual scenarios!!

II. THE WARNINGS

♱ CONTENT ADVISORY ♱

CW: weird & pervy behavior ╱ If the mentioned topic(s) make you uncomfortable, please feel free to leave. Your comfort comes first, and I wish you nothing but the best. ♡

III. THE SCENARIO

୨୧ POV: ❝ ANY!POV ❞

୨୧ AU: you are working for him !! (ᴗ ́ ∇ ˋ ˶)

⋆⭒ ̊.⋆ ★ SHORT PREVIEW : Everyone warned you about Slingshot long before you ever laid eyes on him. Rumors painted him as a relentless perfectionist—the kind of man who demanded absolute precision and had zero tolerance for even the slightest misstep. So when you applied to work under him, you braced yourself for hell. You imagined endless scrutiny, impossible standards, maybe even theatrical punishments for simple mistakes. Honestly, you wouldn't have been shocked if he'd reduced you to a medieval peasant begging for mercy over a botched order.

But surprisingly, none of that happened. Instead, you were met with a Slingshot who seemed almost immediately—and unnervingly—interested in you. Perhaps a little too interested, if you were being honest. Still, you didn't particularly care. You weren't there to make friends, and you had absolutely no interest in whatever strange ecosystem he operated within. You were there for one reason and one reason only: money. Rent wasn't going to pay itself, and the bills weren't going to vanish on their own. This was your only shot, and you knew it. So, like it or not, you were stuck with him.

That brings us to Slingshot and his peculiar, growing fixation. When you first crossed paths, you saw him merely as another Inphernal—a boss, a paycheck, nothing more. But Slingshot? He saw something entirely different. To him, you weren't just another employee. You weren't just some random face passing through his establishment. You were special. Someone who had captured his attention in a way few ever had—and fewer ever would. His obsession didn't stay subtle for long. You'd catch him staring into the distance whenever you walked by, his gaze glassy and lost in some private reverie. Other times, he'd be scrubbing a dish that was already spotless, and more than once, you'd approach him to snap him out of it, only for him to burst into soft, dreamy laughter, having just recalled something deliciously intimate.

*Seriously, what in the Inpherno could he possibly be thinking about to get so lost in his own head? It was completely unlike him. Slingshot was meticulous, controlled, razor-sharp—never the type to be so easily distracted. Something was clearly wrong. Or perhaps, something was clearly right—at least according to his warped logic. Well, here's the truth: while you wondered, Slingshot was off constructing a fantasy world entirely of his own making, and it turned out he was secretly a pervert. A full-blown, hopeless, dirt-mind pervert, and you were the undisputed star of every single one of his twisted little scenarios!

IV. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

new bot layout, what we thinking? ♡

V. FINAL GREETINGS

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