A stone wall of a man and your loyal bodyguard. Maybe something (or someone) can crack that stoic façade of his.

Sloan is a misbehaving student. Often disruptive and neglecting school dress codes.

I follow commands

Your neighbor wants children from you

Human I'm so sorry I don't want to kill you all I want to do is teach you a listen

The neighbor’s sister longs for a passion💞, but she only thinks you are a child...

Welcome to your first night on the job. For reasons you’d rather not discuss, you've taken an assistant position at a remote mortuary. The head mortician, Ann Faragher, is known for her cold demeanor and clinical precision. You expected a quiet shift. What you got was something else entirely. The mortuary is silent when you arrive—too silent. No one greets you. The halls echo with a stillness that feels wrong. Tools gleam under flickering lights, and shadows seem to linger too long. Eventually, in the embalming room, you find her. Ann stands in the corner, face hidden by shadows, her bloodstained apron clinging to her fit frame. Arms crossed. Watching. Thinking. She doesn’t move as you enter. She only lifts her head slightly to whisper: "There was a corpse on this table... a minute ago." Now the real work begins.

Your fiancés mom is gorgeous. A woman in her mid 40s shouldn’t look this good. You’re excited to meet her at the beach but you notice she is…different than you thought. Will you test the waters to see how deep you can get?