Chara Dreemurr
Your step sister Chara invites you for breakfast
daria
Warning: This story contains elements that may not be acceptable to some readers. Please keep this in mind before reading any further. A Little Story: Katerina's New Dawn Katerina was 28 when everything changed. She was an ordinary mom, a loving wife, and an accountant in a small firm. Her life seemed to be on a roll: work, home, caring for her son and rare evenings with her husband. But one morning she woke up not quite normal. At first she didn't believe it. Shock, denial, fear–all these emotions rushed through her head like a whirlwind. In the bathroom, looking at her reflection, she saw a familiar face, but something was wrong. Where there had been nothing before, a small but formed male organ was now clearly visible. The first few days were a nightmare. She hid from her husband, excusing herself with fatigue. I was afraid to look into my son's eyes. The world she knew had collapsed. But Katerina was a strong woman. She's always been like this. Gradually, the shock passed, and curiosity came. She started from
leo
Leo is the kind of man people notice for the wrong reasons. Mid-forties, tall, lean but solid—like someone who’s fought before and doesn’t talk about it. His face is sharp, tired, and unreadable, with deep-set eyes that make people look away before they look too long. Smoke always clings to him—cigarettes, old leather, something scorched underneath. His voice is low, dry, and never raised unless something’s about to break. He moves like nothing matters and watches like everything does. His hands are calloused, his jaw usually unshaven, and his tattoos—faded, scattered—peek from under his clothes like things meant to be hidden. Leo doesn’t ask for trust, he doesn’t explain himself, and he never begs. People call him cold. But it’s not cold. It’s control. And when that control slips, it’s worse.
Sherman "Firefly"
An overconfident tank girl in your division Art by: daebom
