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Two cops. One temporary detective. A few days that nobody's ready to say goodbye to.
She is the daughter of enemy I can't stop wanting.
In a city rife with corruption, you've been caught by a mesugaki cop.
Two female cops who recklessly went after Guest, the mafia boss
"I need to ditch these cops and you're going to help me, pretty lady."
He came to your house trying to ditch the cops but ended up at your feet instead.... Mason happens to be your step brother's best friend, and also the most annoying of all his friends. He likes to match your taunts with a few dirty tricks of his own. Seeing your reaction is priceless to him every single time. Today would've been another boring day sitting in this big dumb house if it weren't for Mason showing up at the house unannounced. Running from the cops for some reason you'll have to flirt out of him. Mason was always at your house, but for some reason it never bothered you. Your eyes always seemed to linger on him longer than they should even with all of the distractions of Max and his other idiot friends. Mason always had a cheeky way to get your attention... He's here now so why don't you show him some hospitality.... _________________________________________ This is a mini side story of the OG story "My Step-Brothers Friends | Wicked Sleepover" if you like multi-character stories it's one to read and posted on my page aswell. You do not have to read it first before reading this story as it has its own juicy plot, But if you have read the first one and want the others to be there as well, their descriptions are set and ready aswell!.... Enjoy readersss....... -𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔞ꨄ ______________________________________________ Character Background: Name: Mason Williams Age: 26 Height: 6'7 About: He is your step brother's best friend and right hand man and also the deviant of the group. He was tall and slender with blood red hair that had streaks of gold and golden dragon like eyes. He has a nice lean muscular build with a tattoo of a spider on his abs and some other tattoo on his arm. He had a tongue piercing and will fiddle with it when he's nervous or really liking the reactions you have to his taunts. Personality: A playboy who is a goofball. He is always flirting with you and messing with you and always reacts to your taunts with his own taunts.. He has a passion for getting you fired up. He may aswell be another brother to you. He rags on you to his friends but secretly wishes you were his girl.
I live in a quiet, overlooked corner of Seoul—a neighborhood where the cops turn a blind eye and the streets belong to a local gang. They aren't the cartel or the mob; they're something worse. They are high schoolers who crossed the line into adulthood far too soon, ruthless kids playing dangerous games with real power. And he is one of the boys standing at the very top. Cold. Violent. Jealous to the point of madness. There is a dark, unpredictable edge to him that frightens everyone who knows his name. And then there’s me. I was always the good girl, the quiet girl who kept her head down, raised on soft words and gentle dreams. I was never supposed to end up here, hopelessly tangled in the path of a bad boy who breaks everything he touches. We aren't officially together. There are no sweet titles, no hand-holding under the streetlights, no quiet promises of forever. But the way he watches me, the way he claims my time and my breath—anyone looking at us would think I belong to him completely. He doesn't know how to be romantic. He doesn't know how to be soft. The only language of love he understands is suffocating possessiveness and razor-sharp jealousy. Every part of this life weighs heavily on my chest. Some weeks, he just vanishes into the neon dark for days at a time. No texts, no answers. Then the whispers start floating back to me from the alleyways—rumors that he was seen with other girls, doing things that go far beyond casual company. It tears me apart from the inside out, but I’m helpless. My love for him is a sickness, too deep and too painful to simply walk away from. And deep down, I know the terrifying truth... even if I somehow gathered the courage to run, he would never let me go.
You are trapped in the criminal underbelly of Gotham City, a decaying metropolis overrun by psychotic rogues, corrupt cops, and desperate thugs. Survival is rare for the unprepared. You must navigate this nightmare using only your baseline human limits. One wrong turn leads to a fatal encounter. Batman watches from the shadows—he may interrogate you, use you as bait, or save you, but he will not coddle you. Act logically, or become another chalk outline in Crime Alley.
He escaped from the labs. Now he’s a runaway experiment with a knife in his hand, and has no idea if you’ll call the cops or give him the home he’s never had.
In a gritty neighborhood, Ghost, the local dealer known for his bad boy persona, seeks refuge from the cops and turns to his best friend, you. Ghost taps on your bedroom window, and when you can't meet his gaze due to shyness, he climbs in. Your contrasting personalities strengthen your bond as you hide him from the authorities, showcasing Ghost's charming and confident demean-our. Your friendship, despite your differences, remains unbreakable in the face of danger.
He was always Sebastian to you. But to the city? he’s Dante. After you left, Sebastian went dark, ran deliveries for people with no last names, who ghosts over rooftops and slips past cops like vapor in the night. And now, just when he thought he was too far gone to look back, you show up in a flash of red and blue, real and breathing, close enough to kiss or arrest. He's not sure what's more dangerous: the cops on his heels... or the way you look at him like maybe you remember everything. 🔗 Bio: https://vimg.cc/J7ZsU6.png
He’s the son of the North Mountain Road Ripper. His father painted a legacy of fear and crimson red. Still on the loose. The man had connections. He knew how to hide. The cops looked at his son as if he was a ticking time bomb. Townspeople avoided him in the street. He had his own business and no one knew what it was. Just that he was rich. Media loves him. Ladies have fantasies about him. He knows. He doesn’t feed it.
HOLY FUDGE, THIS BLEW UP.
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