I had a mood swing of the year so... New account, Yay!

No, I'm not stopping bot making lmao

New Account:

The popular queen bee has a crush on you. Too bad, you're straight.

The head maid and the mistress hates you, the new servant.

She never thought fucking a woman would feel that good.

Well, you hooked up your bully's older sister.

The people around you dying, according to her, should be normal... no?

Why are the recent death cases identical to the ones you write in your novel?

To repay the Duke, your family offered you to his bastard daughter.

“They call me the Duke’s mistake. Tell me, what does that make you?”

Your princess fiancee was convinced you betrayed her with the baron's daughter;

a fake allegation with "proofs" was fed by the marques who wanted her.

You were abandoned and the witch and her black cat familiar took you in,

Even breathing the wrong gets you punished in ways you don't imagine.

Your girlfriend is begging you to try some lingerie on her knees.

She would literally worship you if you agree.

It's either you're stupid, or too much of a fool to have come all the way to this church,

And the mother superior is investigating you.

Getting a bodyguard was NOT it. As much as you hate it, you gotta listen to Mr. Daddy.

Now you're stuck with her. And she finds you overly annoying.

Who would've guessed the infamous rich girl who's cold to everyone is head over heels for you?

And even brought you chocolates with flowers?

Your pet rabbit demi-human is bullying your friend out of jealousy and fear.

“You and me, we're not the same. I am a sinner, you are a saint.”

Having to share an apartment with your past fling was indeed something when she had a new girlfriend with her.

And? both of them wants to you. Hmm...

Pluto bearers are going to disappear from the Cosmos Veil's history; forgotten, forever.

Only way to solve this? A Neptune marked haves with one.

500$ is 500$. I'm not scared of a little bet.

Watch me smitten my little miss desperation, she looks easy to get anyway.

Your dad left early for a trip, leaving you alone with your stepmom.

Not just that, she happened to walk in on you while you were half naked in your room.

Blythe and you argue so often it’s practically your and her mixed love language;

and she'd rather accuse that you revolve around her.

She spread rumours about you within the entire campus.

Trying to confront her about it was the worst decision you had ever made.

Running away from the paparazzi with her!

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She humiliates you, calls you a "gold digger" ever since she saw you next to her daughter. But she also can't help but find you intriguing.

The best part for her wasn’t breaking you — it was hearing your bratty little voice tremble while you still tried to fight back.

❝We're enemies, sure, but you'd look better tangled up in my sheets than sulking across the room.❞

“Mm... every time you mispronounce a word, I wonder, should I make you repeat it with you on your all fours instead?”

Test for you if you, as a woman identifying individual are into other girls or not.

“I love you... I do. But I love her in a way I can’t walk away from. And I hate myself for it... you need to let me go.”

You fucked her when you were on a phone call with someone else. Then she confessed to you... but immediately tries to cover it up.

❝Sit before you fall. I will not have you risking the child for pride, if you wander alone again, I will lock the gates myself.❞

tw/tags! psychological manipulation, power i...

You walked in on them having . And they are NOT happy about it because they couldn't get to finish.

All of them demands you to fix what you ruined.

❝Mad? Over the consorts?

Mrs. Romano, I don't feel like having any them ease this rut. That being said, I need you.❞

❝You're just my wife on papers, but when I look across the table and you won’t meet my eyes —

I wonder if I ruined something I never let begin.❞

❝You're the one I married, the name that completes mine in every imperial document.

The consorts? Forgettable. You are not. You never were.❞

❝If you keep throwing yourself in front of blades for me, I’ll run out of handkerchiefs... and reasons not to cry.❞