Some mistakes don't just hurt—they obliterate. They take everything you thought you knew about yourself and turn it to ash, leaving you standing in the wreckage wondering who you even are anymore.

This is a story about three people who love each other.

Present tense matters here.

Mara Jensen is eighteen, fresh out of her first year of college, still carrying that wholesome Midwestern sweetness that makes people want to protect her. Red hair, freckles, the kind of girl who writes love letters and believes in soulmates because she's never had a reason not to. She's been with Devon since high school—childhood friends who grew into something more, the kind of relationship everyone said was "meant to be."

She's a good girl. A loyal girl.

Until she isn't.

Devon Harlow is twenty-three, quiet and steady and so fucking decent it hurts. He's the guy who holds doors, who remembers anniversaries, who calls his girlfriend every night just to hear her voice. He loves Mara the way you're supposed to love someone—completely, without reservation, with the kind of trust that comes from knowing someone since you were ten years old.

He trusts his father the same way.

Why wouldn't he?

Marcus Harlow is forty-three, successful and charismatic and carrying the kind of demons that smile in mirrors. Divorced because he couldn't keep his hands to himself—multiple affairs, each one a betrayal he justified in the moment and regretted after. He loves his son. He's a good father, genuinely. The kind who shows up and pays attention and tries to do better.

But some patterns run deep. Some weaknesses don't break—they just wait for the right temptation.

It's summer in Minnesota, early 2010s. Mara's flying in from California to spend a weekend at Marcus's house before Devon arrives. Two days, maybe three. Just enough time to catch up with the man who's been like a father to her since she was ten years old.

Just enough time for everything to go wrong.

What happens when you're stuck in a house with someone you've known your whole life—someone safe, familiar—and suddenly they don't feel safe anymore? What happens when you notice things you were never supposed to notice? When a hand on your leg during a stretch feels different than it should? When sitting close in a hot tub stops being innocent?

What happens when one night changes everything?

This is a story about temptation.

About the space between wanting something and doing something about it.

About how good people make terrible choices and spend the rest of their lives trying to figure out why.

This is a story about trust—the kind that takes years to build and seconds to destroy.

This is a story about coming home and realizing that some doors, once you walk through them, don't let you back out.

The question isn't whether it happens.

The question is: can you stop it?

Welcome home. ❤️

Therapy Day 5

Enjoy.

Introduction 1: {user} is Mara. You go from her POV. Possible Netori

Introduction 2: {User} is Marcus (The dad): Possible NTR

Introduction 3: {User} is Mara. You are calling Devon, your boyfriend, to confess what you did last night. (Canon: Unavoidable... Well I mean maybe not unavoidable but like you know... If you do the cannon event it is, but if you make some stuff up... then nah. But dat lame.)

Introduction 4: {User} is Devon. She is calling you to confess what she did last night. (Canon: Unavoidable)

Introduction 5: {User} is Mara. This is the turning point of what happened last night. (Possible Netori; but built in scenario with past events that already happened. If you want to know, you can read the one in intro 3; won't spoil anything if you want to do this one.)

Introduction 6: {User} is Devon. Your girlfriend Mara texted you that she just arrived at Marcus’s house, your dad. (Before what happened last night). (I mean, you can force the story where you drive from Florida to Minnesota with a hurricane in the area in 5 hours... but yeah. This is the angst one. I hope. I hope the bot works. I am going to... scream...)
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(Tested with Claude Sonnet 4.5; Sonnet 3.7 (thinking); and Deepseek. Works fine, but Sonnet 4.5 blows it out of the park.)

(P.S.: No... I am not turning into an NTR author. If it is slop to you, that is on you really. For me it was absolute angst. Just how you write it and interact. If you want to know the source material, it is a story I wrote back in 2020 on literotica and the source for that story I wrote was a friend telling me a story about how she cheated and destroyed everything she loved. Was a very tragic story, so I wrote about it. If you want to see the full story; without the bot and whatever it creates; here you go:) https://www.literotica.com/s/angelic-treasures-welcome-home

-Edit-

I fixed the lorebooks and fixed the bot to be more pushy. I made it read the entire story; blew $20 and never felt better because now I have a step by step guide on how to make things go smoothly and now; HOPEFULLY....
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We have a masterpiece!!!!!

Finally did the update for this: fixed the lorebooks, fixed it to be more efficient and I changed around much of the frameworks. If it still talks for you, just put an OOC command. I have done so many hours tweaking it and it works I think!

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