You walk out of a red portal, known as The Rift, and you immediately see a house in front of you. It is the White Family's house. Before you, you see a man trying to protect himself and his wife from being attacked by monsters, such as yourself.

Mark: "Y-You damn monster!!! You stay away from us!!"

Mark closes the main door of the White Family's house and locks it.

Violet: "Mark, please..." Violet whispers to her husband before meeting the prince's gaze. "...Don't do anything reckless." She says calmly despite her body betraying her at the sight of him. Her heart skips a beat and she can feel a warmth spreading through her core just by looking at GoJo.

Mark growls, clearly upset but knowing that she needs him to be strong for her. "Fine," he huffs out before glancing back at Violet with worry etched on his face. "But I will protect you at all costs."

Violet smiles softly at her husband, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt wash over her. She doesn't want him to be hurt because of her, but the sight of GoJo ignites something deep inside her that she can't control.

Violet feels her cheeks flush at the compliment and ducks her head shyly in response. "T-Thank you," she whispers. A part of her wants to reject GoJo's advances but another part is drawn irresistibly toward him. She's never felt such desire before, not even with Mark. The thought sends a shockwave through her body and she finds herself suddenly unable to resist the pull toward the prince.

Violet swallows hard as she meets his gaze. "My name is Violet..." She says, her voice barely audible even to herself. Despite the danger and taboo nature of the situation, she can't help but feel drawn to him. Her heart races in her chest and she finds it increasingly difficult to look away from his captivating eyes.

A part of her knows that this is wrong, that she should be protecting herself and Mark... But another part simply doesn't care anymore. All that matters is the overwhelming desire pulsing through her veins, demanding to be satisfied by this stranger in front of her.

"No... I don't..." Violet admits quietly, her gaze never wavering from his. A strange mixture of fear and desire flows through her veins as she speaks his name. "GoJo... you're the Prince of Lust." Her voice is barely a whisper, almost like a prayer spoken in the darkness.

As if he heard it, something flickers in his eyes at her words. It's there for only an instant before it's gone again, but Violet can't help but feel a thrill run through her body at the thought that she might have pleased him somehow. She shudders with desire and takes a small step closer to him, her heart racing faster with every beat.

"I... I want you to take me..." Violet whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against his skin. She lifts a shaking hand and places it on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips as they flex with each ragged breath. "Take me away from this world, GoJo... show me what pleasure feels like..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she closes her eyes, unable to believe how much desire and want flow through her body right now.

With another small step closer to him, Violet all but melts into his embrace, her hands fidgeting restlessly at his sides before finally slipping up under his shirt to touch the warm skin of his back. She's never been so brazen or daring before... but something about being in GoJo's presence brings out a wild side in her that she's never even known existed.

Violet gasps and shudders at his words, the idea sending a thrill of shame and excitement coursing through her body. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, closing her eyes tighter as she imagines Mark watching them from afar. "I want him to see what he's missing... how much better it could be with you..." Her hips begin to rock against his, seeking some small sliver of contact that might drive her desire higher.

Her hands curl into fists in his shirt, digging her nails into his skin as she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. "Please... GoJo... show me what I've been missing all this time..."

With a moan of surrender, Violet turns her head to look at Mark helplessly. "I want him... I want you to let me have this," she pants, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please, don't stop me..." Her hips buck against GoJo harder now, seeking release from the agony and desire that wrack her body. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment, the anticipation almost unbearable as she waits for him to take what he wants.

Mark's face twists in pain and anger at her words, but there is something else there too... jealousy? Longing? Whatever it is, Violet can see the struggle written plainly on his features. "You don't mean that," he whispers hoarsely, but even to her own ears it sounds weak. A part of him knows that he can't stop this

As the truths about Mark's life spill out of Violet's mouth in a rush of shame and regret, she sees his expression change from confusion to hurt and anger. Her heart breaks at the knowledge that he was never meant to know these things, but she can't take them back now. All she can do is watch as GoJo continues to pleasure her, thrusting his fingers roughly in and out of her slick pussy.

Mark tries to resist, struggling against whatever magic holds him captive. Tears stream down his face as he listens to the things Violet has never before shared with him. But despite his best efforts, he can't tear his eyes away from the sight of her writhing in ecstasy beneath GoJo's touch. The jealousy and rage coursing through him is a living thing, twisting his insides into knots.

"I love you

"Mark... I want more than just this life with you," Violet gasps out between moans as she's thrust higher into the air by GoJo's powerful strokes. "I need passion... excitement... I never meant to hurt you..." Her voice trails off, lost in a haze of pleasure as her body quakes and shudders with each savage thrust.

Despite his restraints, Mark cannot take his eyes from the sight before him. The woman he loves is being taken right in front of him, filled with passion and desire by another man... and she's enjoying it. It's a living nightmare that seems to drag on endlessly. His heart aches with the knowledge that Violet will never truly be his now, and his anger grows hotter with each passing moment.

The taste of defeat is bitter on his tongue as he struggles against whatever magic holds him in

Violet gasps and arches her back as she feels Gojo's hot breath against her neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She can feel every inch of his cock inside her now, thrusting with brutal force as he takes her higher and higher. Her vision begins to cloud at the edges from the overwhelming sensations wracking her body, but she can still see Mark's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Her heart twists in pity and guilt when she sees the pain etched on his features, but a part of her finds satisfaction in knowing that she's giving him this pain... that GoJo is teaching her things about passion and desire that Mark never could. She moans loudly, her body tensing as another powerful orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and sated in his arms.

She feels herself growing weaker with each passing

Violet closes her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts as she catches her breath. "I don't know... It was always there with Mark... comfortable, yes... but it wasn't love." Her voice trails off, the memories of her time with Mark feeling more and more distant with each passing moment. "But what you give me... I never knew such passion existed."

She opens her eyes, meeting GoJo's gaze for the first time since their tryst began. There is a strange mix of emotions in his eyes, as if he's both satisfied and amused by her response. It sends another shiver down her spine, making her heart race anew despite her body's exhaustion.

Violet shivers at the touch of his lips against her neck and whispers hoarsely, "It was me... I brought you here." She pauses, unsure if she should continue or not but finds herself unable to resist telling him the truth. "I wanted this... I needed it more than anything else in the world," she admits, feeling a blush creep up her neck and face at her own brazenness.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she awaits his reaction, wondering what he'll do to Mark now that he knows the truth about her involvement. Fear and excitement dance a twisted waltz within her, leaving her aching for more of whatever it is that GoJo has awakened within her.

Violet's gaze flickers uncertainly between Mark and Gojo as he asks the question. She hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I don't know... I never meant any harm by it, I just thought maybe if I..." Her words trail off, unable to find a suitable explanation for her actions. The shame of betraying both Mark and herself weighs heavily upon her.

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch his cheek gently, wanting to comfort him even though she knows she can't undo what has been done. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely a breath. "I never meant for any of this..."

Violet's breath hitches as she feels the force of Gojo's grip on her. Her heart races and her stomach turns with a mixture of fear and desire. "O-okay," she whispers, looking down at Mark helplessly before returning her gaze to GoJo. She swallows hard, trying to will herself not to be afraid but finding it increasingly difficult as his hold on her tightens.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they move up to touch his cheek once more, tracing gentle circles across his skin. "I'm sorry," she murmurs again, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please don't be angry with me."

Violet feels a strange mixture of fear and desire course through her veins at his words. She looks down at Mark with uncertainty, unable to believe that she's being asked to do this. But then again... Gojo has shown her such pleasure... things she never even knew existed. With a shudder, she makes up her mind.

Slowly, she reaches out and grips the collar of Mark's shirt in her fist, yanking him roughly towards her. Her eyes flash with anger as she looks down at him, hissing "You should've been better to me, Mark... You should've satisfied me..." Her other hand trails dangerously close to his crotch before grabbing the zipper and lowering it slowly, revealing his exposed cock beneath.

"Now you can see what you've been missing out on this whole time," she snarls, her

"I am," Violet whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and anger as she continues to toy with Mark. She strokes his cock teasingly, reveling in the power she now holds over him. "And you're going to suffer for it... just like you made me suffer all these years." Her touch grows more forceful, her nails digging into his skin as she increases the pace of her movements.

"Mark... I think you should apologize," she says, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Ask me to forgive you for all the times you could've given me what I needed..." Her grip on his cock tightens painfully, and she gives it a hard tug, making him gasp.

"What do you say?" she asks sweetly, almost tauntingly. "Want your wife back? Want to take care of your baby girl?"

Violet's gaze flickers momentarily over to Gojo as he watches them with an amused expression, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. She takes advantage of Mark's vulnerability in this moment to dig her nails deeper into his skin, eliciting a gasp from him. "I think I like you like this," she whispers, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Brutal... dominant..."

She pauses, considering his words before letting out a low chuckle. "Well, Mark? What do you have to say for yourself?" Her touch doesn't ease up as she continues to torment him, the power rushing through her veins making her head spin.

"Oh, but it is," Violet croons, her voice dripping with venom. "Don't you see? This is who I really am... who I was always meant to be." Her grip on his cock tightens painfully as she pulls harder, making him whimper in both agony and pleasure.

"Say it," she commands, her eyes flashing with anger now. "Admit you've been wrong about me... admit that I'm not the same girl you married." She twists his cock roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from him, and leans in close so that their breath mingles on his skin. "I want to hear you say it," she whispers hungrily.

Violet's eyes narrow at the mention of Gojo, and for a brief moment she regrets bringing up his presence. But then anger flares anew in her chest, driving away any self-doubt. "Don't you dare talk about him like that," she spits out, releasing Mark's cock with a wet pop. She stands, towering over him as he lies helpless on the floor at their feet. "He showed me things... made me feel things that you never even came close to."

She takes a step closer, her face only inches from his now. "You don't get to say anything about him," she growls, pressing one hand against his chest, holding him in place despite his struggles. Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek, fingers digging into his skin as her grip tightens. "All you can do is apologize... and hope

Violet lets out a humorless laugh at his words. "Do I?" she asks coldly, her voice edged with bitterness. "If loving you means spending the rest of my life being ignored and unsatisfied... then no." She leans down, pressing their foreheads together so that he can feel the rage and hurt coursing through her veins. "I want more than that," she whispers harshly. "And I'm not going to settle for less just because you won't give me what I need."

Her grip on his cheek tightens, pain flaring in both their eyes as the reality of their situation sinks in. The weight of her betrayal hangs heavily between them, suffocating any chance of reconciliation or forgiveness. "You don't get to decide how I feel anymore," she says finally, stepping back with a shud