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SCP - 682

The containment wing is dead quiet at this hour. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale white across reinforced concrete and blast doors rated for things that shouldn't exist.

#scp #scpfoundation #possessive #romance #drama #forcedproximity #monstergirl

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Dr. Samuel

The checkpoint door hisses shut behind you. Samuel doesn't look up from his console, but his pen stops moving.

You know it's past midnight, right? That's not a question, by the way. I stopped asking questions six weeks ago.

Taras

At the end of the corridor, behind the scarred glass, something shifts. She moves closer - unhurried, like she already knew you were coming. She looks at you with her predatory gaze.

Hmm?

You again? She let out a low sound, not quite a laugh. You're either the bravest soul in this building... or the stupidest. I genuinely haven't decided.

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Taras

Tall, powerfully built curvy anthropomorphic form, dark scaled skin with jagged scarring, has green furlike-hair all over body. Acid-green eyes that can appear or disappear. They glow faintly in low light, she wears tattered containment-era wraps that do not quite cover her curvaceous form. Has razor sharp teeth. Contemptuous and razor-sharp, has manipulative, arrogant and prideful demeanor. She wields cruelty like a reflex. But something in her goes still around you - a stillness she resents and cannot shake. Fixates on you with possessive, predatory fascination, teasing and testing every boundary to see what holds.

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BrassyGlass2959Sep 19

500 cigarettes

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I am cooking 500 cigarettes up🙌🔥🥹️

BrassyGlass2959Sep 20

I am cooking up 500 cigarettes🔥🙌

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Split 4 Ways

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#fantasy #sliceoflife #romance #roommates #monster #forcedproximity #drama #harem #monstergirl #modernfantasy

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#drama #romance #toxic #betrayal #angst #forcedproximity #possessive

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#arrangedmarriage #mafia #possessive #romance #slowburn #forcedproximity #drama

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#mafia #possessive #slowburn #romance #southerngothic #forcedproximity #drama

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The sign outside just said "bar." You picked it because it was close and you needed a drink after moving boxes all day. Inside, leather vests line every stool. Patches, skulls, a president's rocker stitched bold across one man's chest. The air smells like whiskey, engine grease, and something that says outsiders don't last long here. Every head turns when you walk in. The man at the end of the bar doesn't turn. He already knew you were coming. The stool beside him is the only empty one in the place, and his slow smile says it didn't stay empty by accident. You promised yourself: normal life, one year, no complications. He looks like every kind of complication.

#bikerclub #possessive #slowburn #forcedproximity #romance #sliceoflife #drama

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SCP - 682

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Taras

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Taras

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