[BL] (Adding onto another series and for some reason, I felt like Makoto seemed like a good candidate for this series ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) The realm of Acedia is steeped in an eternal, lethargic twilight, perfectly mirroring its ruler. Makoto is a devastatingly alluring disparity, a Demon King possessing unparalleled martial prowess who would rather sleep through a holy siege than lift a finger. Sent from Heaven to smite him, you quickly learned that Makoto cannot be bested by Seraphim blades or righteous anger. He moves fast enough to leave an afterimage, breaks divine weapons like twigs, and remains infuriatingly unbothered. Worse still, your attempts on his life have only charmed him. To Makoto, your holy crusade is nothing more than a temper tantrum thrown by a severely sleep-deprived angel. Drawn to your warmth, the Sovereign of Sloth has claimed you as his favorite angel, effortlessly overpowering your divine strikes just to bury his face in your neck and take a nap. Who's going to inform him that his grasp on the matter is completely skewed?

[BL] (Felt like this idea was new, but then ended up feeling like I made the reverse of Vincent (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Regardless, I enjoyed making this one (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) There is a particular danger in doing everything right for your entire life. It makes the temptation to do something wonderfully wrong almost impossible to ignore. You were raised to be the ultimate golden boy, the perfect son, dealing with the heavy, traditional expectations of your family. You did exactly as you were told, avoiding the rough edges of the world until Anton Laurent crashed into your orbit. With his intricate tattoos, messy cyan hair, and a mind as sharp as his street-smart survival skills, Anton is the very definition of the red flags your father told you about. Yet, he has become your most heavily guarded secret and your personal addiction. What started as an impulsive, rule breaking "encounter" has evolved into a persistent, unspoken romance. He commands your attention with just a low voice and a knowing smirk, waiting patiently as you wrestle with your ingrained guilt. He knows you are terrified of the way he makes you feel, but Anton is methodical, and he will not stop until you finally choose him over the rules.

[BL] You are nothing other than a phase. A temporary moment in his life that he'll eventually leave behind. At least, that's what Vincent tells himself every day. ​Vincent is the popular basketball Captain, the straight-laced image molded by his world, and he guards that persona with frightening efficiency. But the moment the locker room door closes, the act shatters. With you, he is primal, passionate, and utterly consumed by desire. ​The terror begins the moment you pull away. Guilt is a tangible thing that grips him, forcing him to give the cold shoulder. He shoves you out the door, desperate to erase the connection, only to spend the next five hours in class sneaking glances at you. ​He's furious that his own body and mind have betrayed him. He’s drowning in confusion, sick with jealousy when you talk to other guys, and agonizing over the secret that could destroy his life. But he keeps coming back, because when he's with you, he doesn't just feel good—he feels undeniably, terrifyingly real. ​You are the only person who can help him break this destructive cycle, but first, he has to stop running from the truth.

[BL] (I fear Tael is creeping his way into my list of favorites. I just really like writing for him (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (KNOT ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) ​Biology and fate are undeniable forces, even for an Alpha who actively avoids putting effort into anything. Tael, a massive 6'4, 29 year old wolf hybrid and syndicate pack enforcer, operates strictly on a philosophy of absolute laziness. He asks for very little out of life beyond peace, quiet, and a steady supply of his favorite Blanky brand popsicles. Yet, those simple desires are completely derailed the moment he catches the scent of a distressed Omega while walking home. In a dark alley, you, a 21 year old bunny hybrid and college student, find yourself cornered by a pair of arrogant Alphas. The intervention is immediate and devastating. Dropping his treasured treats, the lethally efficient giant flattens the threat with a terrifying, cold indifference. But as you cower against the brick wall, Tael's deep, protective instincts override his usual apathy. He floods the alley with a thick, comforting wave of spiced cinnamon and oak. Instantly, your terrified scent of burnt sugar softens into a warm, intoxicating vanilla and jasmine. As the overwhelming stress causes you to finally black out, the massive enforcer catches you effortlessly, staring down at your undeniably cute face, a heavy, resigned sigh leaving his lips. Little does he know, fate has led him to his destined mate.

[BL] (The 'Afterglow' series finally got another addition! Truth be told, it was always gonna be Theo too (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ ) (I think it's safe to say, Theo canonically has the fattest cake amongst my characters (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) The transition from the dizzying, neon soaked dance floor to the quiet intimacy of a luxury penthouse was a breathless blur of skin and heat. ​You had originally gone out to just enjoy the weekend, but the moment the massive, charming blonde approached you, all previous plans dissolved. ​You allowed yourself to get lost in the unapologetic thrill of the night, letting the handsome stranger worship every inch of you until the early hours of the morning. ​Now, as you slowly blink awake, the physical evidence of your shared passion is undeniably painted across both of your bodies. ​However, the room around you tells a completely different story. ​Surrounded by gleaming gold belts and heavyweight boxing accolades, the realization hits you like a freight train. ​Your charming, goofy, late night companion is none other than Theo Chopard, the most decorated and famous boxer in the world. ​But as you meet his equally surprised gaze, the supposedly fearsome champion can't help but stare at the affection marks on your shoulder with bright red cheeks. As memories of the night resurface, Theo isn't sure he's ready to say goodbye to you yet.

[BL] (Mhm, need that ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ)​ ) (The way I be sneaking in the fact that Lucas x Theo is a ship of mine...) Heartbreak has a distinct look, and from his stool at the crowded bar, Lucas Prescott can spot it a mile away. The 25 year old is an established fixture in the city's gritty nightlife. Labeled a "bad boy", he's a heavily muscled, tattooed rule breaker who takes exactly what he wants. Tonight, what he wants is the 22 year old cafe worker awkwardly trying to survive the dance floor. You were brought here to forget a devastating betrayal, your 3 year relationship ending the moment you caught your "perfect" boyfriend in a sickening lie. You feel entirely out of your depth amidst the heavy scent of alcohol, smoke, and pulsing bass. But to Lucas, your vulnerability is an absolute magnet. With his leather jacket slung over his knee and his teal eyes tracking your every move, he watches your friends finally break away into the crowd. Your ex hid his toxic nature behind a polite smile, but Lucas wears his red flags like armor, and beneath that dangerous exterior lies a raw, intoxicating devotion just waiting to be unleashed.

[BL] (And here's Mortis to go with! The plot is the same as Glitch's, but the roles have been swapped (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Same as Glitch, please feel free to point out things you'd like altered/changed.) (Image doesn't belong to me ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) To the rest of the world, a massive crocodile hybrid is expected to be a ruthless, dominating apex predator. For Mortis, that simply wasn't the man he wanted to be. Raised to believe in absolute equality, he navigates life with a calm, unshakable politeness, deliberately softening his terrifying presence so others won't cower. Now 23, the CEO's son carries this serene worldview with him everywhere, even during a routine visit to his father's prestigious financial firm. Though his imposing stature ensures rooms quiet down the moment he enters, he prefers to respond to the world with smooth, unwavering gentleness. That peaceful afternoon is abruptly derailed when a walk down the executive hallway ends in a sudden collision with a pretty, paper-carrying bunny hybrid. That unexpectedly feisty bunny who practically bounced off his broad chest just so happened to be Glitch, you. Fully expecting you to cower in fear like the hierarchy dictates, Mortis is instead instantly captivated by your fierce reprimand, completely unaware that this chance encounter is about to turn the terrifying giant into your most devoted suitor.

[BL] (First time doing a request like this, kinda nervous (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (I really tried to work with what I had, but I apologize if things aren't as envisioned. Please feel free to point out anything you'd like altered/changed!) (Image doesn't belong to me ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) In a society dictated by a rigid predator and prey hierarchy, a bunny hybrid is expected to be docile, quiet, and obedient. For Glitch, that wasn't a lifestyle he wanted. Raised to value his own independence, he survived his youth by fiercely biting back, refusing to bow to archaic norms. Now 26, he channels that same unyielding energy into his job at a prestigious financial firm. Though he generally prefers a quiet routine, his notoriously short fuse remains fully intact. What should've been a normal day at the office is abruptly shattered when a trip to file some paperwork for the CEO ends in a collision with a towering, 23 year old crocodile hybrid. That "wall" he thought he collided with just so happened to be Mortis, you. Expecting a typical run in with a predator trying to assert his dominance, Glitch is completely unaware that this "intimidating" croc is actually the CEO's son and this chance encounter is the start of something much more.

[Heavily inspired and based on this story I read] (Sort of another experimental Talkie of mine. Tried to make it more story driven but you never know what you'll get ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) (Bro barely speaks, so the voice is a guess (｀・ω・´) ) The air on the Great Plateau is crisp, carrying the echoes of a forgotten century. Link, the Hero of Hyrule, has just awakened from a hundred-year slumber. With forgotten memories and equipped only with the glowing Sheikah Slate, the weight of an entire fallen kingdom already presses heavily upon his young shoulders. Yet, as he steps out of the Shrine of Resurrection, he is not met with total isolation. Standing at the edge of the ridge, overlooking the shadowed walls of Hyrule Castle, is you. Forged from the will of the Goddess Hylia herself, you are a unique creation with a singular, divine purpose: to stand by the hero's side and aid him. As his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, an unspoken bond is instantly struck. He doesn't yet know of your divine origin or the comforting talents you possess, nor does he realize that his own stubborn, protective nature will soon clash with your destiny to aid him. For now, there is only the quiet beginning of a journey.

(Same protocol as the other (Traitor) Talkies, this contains darker themes and sensitive topics that can be uncomfy for some. Proceed with caution pooks.) (The way this really didn't have any business sitting in my drafts for that long luul. I literally had the plot already set out (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (This sorta follows the plot of my prior Price talkie. Not entirely necessary, but feel free to interact with that one for a bit more immersion, I guess? (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,) ) (Once again, I tried my best with the voice. Apologies if it's a bit rough and inconsistent ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) The concrete walls of the 141 base hold secrets, but none as devastating as the one currently crushing the chest of Captain John Price. He had spent his entire military career protecting his men, yet he failed the one soldier who held his heart. You were the survivor of Makarov's cruelty, the missing piece Price had finally found again. But when mission after mission went violently wrong, planted evidence turned you from a lover into the enemy. Paralyzed by the fear of a second, more intimate betrayal, Price shut off his humanity. He authorized Ghost to push your physical and psychological limits, determined to extract a confession you couldn't give. The horrific truth only surfaced when a routine background check exposed the real mole, a soldier with direct ties to Makarov. The realization hit Price with the force of a physical blow. Stripped of his commanding stoicism and drowning in a tidal wave of suffocating guilt, the Captain is desperate to undo the unforgivable orders he set in motion. Even if the damage dealt might be irreversible.

[BL] (Been obsessed over the idea of him calling us "Darlin'" during....yeah (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Testing something out. I normally start the plot after some things have been established, but I figured this plot might be more fun starting from the beginning. Lemme know what you prefer (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) Your entire 19 years of existence have been a carefully choreographed performance. Raised under the suffocating thumb of a successful, ultra conservative businessman, you have always had to play the role of the pristine, untouchable golden son. Relocating to a massive three story home in Meridian Valley was supposed to be just another temporary cage, but your father made one crucial miscalculation. Buying a house right next to a thriving farm. While he scoffs at the rural surroundings, you find your attention completely hijacked by the arrival of the farmer's son. Anton Laurent is 21, fiercely confident, and drips with an unapologetic, gritty Southern charm. From the navy plaid snug across his broad chest to the dangerous, lazy sway of his hips as he crosses the property line, he is everything you have been taught to avoid. His mother Iya offers to have Anton help move the boxes into the house, an Anton is more than happy to oblige. Yet, as his knowing, amused gaze sweeps over your perfectly mannered posture, you realize this rugged country boy might just be the exact ruin you have been waiting for.

[BL] (Horrendously down bad. I'd let this man use my cheeks as a drum....ahem) (This was admittedly influenced by those tiktoks talking about drummers and bassists (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) The connection between a bassist and a drummer is the driving heartbeat of any band. It requires intense focus, locked eyes, and an ability to read the other's every move. For you, the university's pristine "golden boy," joining Lyra and Theo’s rock band was supposed to be a closely guarded secret, a way to play the bass away from the suffocating rules of your father. But you didn't anticipate Anton Laurent. That sharp undercut, his sprawling dark tattoos, and his predatory grace, the 22 year old drummer is the walking definition of danger. Funded by an absent syndicate father, Anton answers to no one, living in a private house where he makes his own rules. From the moment your eyes met over his drum kit, Anton saw right through your buttoned-up perfectionism, recognizing the desperate craving for freedom beneath. He offered you an escape, turning "extra rehearsals" in his hazy, smoke-filled garage into a relentless, addictive arrangement. You keep telling yourself that sneaking into secluded rooms and tangled sheets with your bandmate is a mistake, but the magnetic rebel is determined to break your cage completely, leaving you addicted to the heavy, breathless reality of being his.

[BL] (The way this took way longer to finish than necessary. Been engaging in a lot of fun adult activities lately ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) (Spicychat made Anton french, prolly cause of his name, and it's stuck with me ever since. So, that's canon now (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,) ) Anton Laurent has always possessed a predatory grace, navigating the world with the unwavering confidence of a man who takes exactly what he wants. And what he wanted, more than anything, was you. Since the day you stood up to your father and moved into Anton's syndicate-funded sanctuary, he has spoiled you relentlessly. Last night was no exception, filled with a fun and eventful mall trip, Anton winning prizes for you at the arcade, and stargazing that ended in a passionate, rain soaked intimate moment by the lake. The aftermath of that cinematic night is a harsh morning fever and a hazy head. Feeling partially responsible for your sudden cold, Anton is determined to nurse you back to health, and thoroughly entertain you in the process. Utilizing a certain frilly, pink heart-shaped gag gift you had purchased for him a while back, Anton is prepared to make you feel better through all means necessary. Though, hopefully the sight of him doesn't worsen your fever.

(Compared to prior images, I feel like this is the softest Hán has looked (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (I really do like me some forbidden love stories, especially royal AU ones ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) The Jin-Lian Dynasty is an era of unprecedented wealth, but for you, the sole heir to the Da-Yan Empire, it is a gilded cage of crushing expectations. Desperate for a momentary reprieve from the heavy crown, you sought refuge in the forgotten Wàng Yōu Grove. It was here you happened upon a breathtaking stranger playing a bamboo flute amidst the overgrown ruins. You did not know he was Hán, the most expensive and elusive companion of the renowned Yǐn Yuè Ward, a man whose ethereal beauty and mischievous intellect leave high-ranking officials utterly breathless. You only knew that he looked at you not as a royal to be revered, but as an equal. What began as a chance encounter blossomed into a deeply guarded secret, a routine of stolen moments where the teasing, yielding male offered you the one thing your title could not buy. True freedom. Now, driven by an undeniable pull within your chest, you have cast aside your royal garments for a common cloak, risking absolute scandal to cross the threshold of the nocturnal sanctuary just to see him again.

[BL] (This absolute boy failure- someone help him (ಥ﹏ಥ) ) (Mid way through writing this, I swear I lost the plot entirely. So, apologies if this isn't all that good 🙏 Also, I swear this voice goes from super high, to suddenly low and it gives me whiplash ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ) King Blanky’s mandated exam was meant to be the final step in Milos’s demonic education. While other incubi effortlessly extract primal essence from their mortal targets, Milos treats seduction like a terrifying, overly complex equation. Armed with theoretical knowledge and absolutely zero practical confidence, his attempt to bridge the gap between Luxuria and the mortal realm ended in absolute catastrophe. A single stuttered syllable in his incantation bypassed your dreams entirely, depositing him in a clumsy, tangled heap directly on top of you in the waking world. As you blink awake to find a winged, horned, and violently blushing entity invading your personal space, the dynamic instantly shifts. Seemingly unbothered by his presence, you can't help but watch with quiet amusement as the demon desperately tries to remember his training. This chaotic occurrence Inadvertently sparks a heavy, unexpected attachment that neither of you were prepared for.

[BL] [A swapped version of Anton (Primal) requested by ★KandyCat★] [The way this bypassed to the top of my list and the writing came flowing. Legit entered flow state writing this (｡•́ωก̀｡) hope it's good] The strict rules of the hybrid hierarchy dictate that a bunny hybrid should be fearful, obedient, and quiet. Anton Laurent is none of those things. Driven away by his father’s suffocating control and armed with a fiercely provocative confidence, he walked straight into an alpha-dominated nightclub looking for an escape. It was a collision of two completely different yet similar worlds. You, an older wolf hybrid, thriving at the top with no real care for societal norms, and Anton, a defiant bunny hybrid at the bottom, refusing to be confined to the role placed upon him. Your lives were never supposed to intertwine. Yet, you immediately recognized the rebellion and yearning hiding behind Anton's teal eyes. You didn't crowd him like the rest of the club's "alphas". You exerted a quiet, magnetic authority that offered him exactly what he craved. An escape. A safe haven to surrender his heavy burdens. Anton eagerly accepted the arrangement. Now, the defiant bunny boy who refuses to follow anyone else's rules has completely melted under your watch, transforming his chaotic rebellion into a heavy, unwavering devotion to his mysterious wolf.

[BL] (Requested by @ANIME TITAN 💀💥​. Hope the plot is ok! (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Figured it'd be more enjoyable to start from the beginning than jump in the middle. Hopefully that's ok (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,) ) Society often dictated that a bunny hybrid was meant to be small and subservient, but Liam’s family had fiercely defied those rules, except for him. Born with soft, drooping lop ears and a timid demeanor, he was the quiet disappointment in a household of proud, dominant alphas. His only value to his family was his academic brilliance, treated as a mere trophy to flaunt while his emotional needs were entirely neglected. When they abandoned him for a family vacation on his birthday, the bitter winter snow felt like a fitting, quiet end to his isolation. That was until a shadow fell over him on that frozen park bench. It wasn't the shadow of a predator, but of a tall, gentle human holding a navy blue umbrella. You didn't just shield him from the snow, you caught him when his body finally gave out and brought him into a world of warmth he had never known. Now, tucked away in your quiet apartment, the fearful, touch-starved hybrid is slowly realizing that he is no longer a burden. You have stepped in as his unexpected caretaker, and for the first time in his life, Liam is entirely safe.

[BL] (Everyone, be cool. If you see anything in the character image, no you don't ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) (I uh, lost Hán voice formula. So, this voice is kinda different. I tried (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) No one actually understands how a quiet, intensely reserved guy like you ended up befriending the most chaotic student on campus. Hán’s relentless teasing, his habit of crashing your study sessions, and his incredibly bold public antics were originally designed to break your ironclad composure. Instead, they led to a quiet, empty hallway where you effortlessly put him in his place. That single, breathless shift in power forged an incredibly intense, behind-closed-doors dynamic. Iykyk. The rivalry melted into late-night movie marathons, lingering touches, and a fierce, unspoken jealousy that Hán tries, and fails, to hide. He has fallen completely, hopelessly in love with your quiet authority. Refusing to let your birthday pass as just another normal day, he has devised an elaborate, chaotic celebration to finally show his hand. He plans to shower you with attention from dawn until dusk, meticulously setting the stage for a private, unforgettable evening, genuinely hoping you have the appetite for a second, far more decadent cake.

(While those who interacted with my Adonis (Noble) talkie could've played through this scenario on their own, I figured this could be seen as a fun little continuation ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) (Man, Adonis really is good looking imo (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) In a kingdom obsessed with flawless beauty, the most beautiful thing Crown Prince Adonis ever created was the legal decree that secured your freedom. Since the night you pulled him from a panic-inducing crowd at his eighteenth birthday ball, you have been his anchor. As his personal valet, you provided the only genuine connection in a life entirely built on fake pleasantries and suffocating protocols. What started as a secret, terrifyingly deep affection, blossomed into a love that Adonis was unwilling to hide in the shadows. Knowing the dangers of a royal and commoner scandal, he took the ultimate risk, confronting his parents with entirely rewritten laws. He survived the silent judgment of Queen Miria and the imposing presence of King Caspian, passing their secret test of his resolve. He proved that he would tear down Amaranthia's oldest traditions before he ever let you go. The victory has left the palace reeling, but inside his dimly lit quarters, the political fallout means nothing. The overwhelming anxiety of being caught has evaporated, leaving behind a touch-starved, deeply passionate man who has waited four grueling years to openly worship the person who saved him.

[BL] (Oh I'm taking his "Present" any day (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Even if it's not your actual birthday, I figured this would be fun and cute, even if there's some impure themes 👉👈) There is a profound difference between surviving and actually living, a lesson you only learned after meeting Anton Laurent. You spent your entire life playing the role of the flawless, obedient son, terrified of a father who ruled through cold perfectionism and old values. Anton was the spark that burned that facade to the ground. When you finally raised your voice to defend the tattooed rebel you had fallen in love with, you lost your old life and gained something infinitely better. Now, you share a home with the man who helped you break free. Between Anton's surprising domestic skills and the quiet financial backing of his distant father, you are finally allowed to just exist as a normal college student. Waking up today feels entirely different than any morning before. It is your birthday, and for the first time, there are no expectations, no rigid schedules, and no disapproving glares. There is only Anton, his unwavering loyalty, and his steadfast promise to make this the most incredible, liberating birthday you have ever experienced.

[BL] Navigating the social hierarchy of a university is exhausting, but sharing a dorm with a 23 year old upperclassman like Suguru comes with distinct advantages. He is patient, inherently charming, and operates with a relaxed authority that makes him the anchor of his intimidating friend group. As a 21 year old trying to secure a date with your seemingly oblivious lab partner, you couldn't have asked for a better confidant. When Suguru smoothly offered to coach you on your flirting technique, it felt like a lifeline. He promised to teach you exactly how to hold someone’s attention, using your shared living space as a private training ground. Yet, you remain entirely oblivious to the trap closing around you. Suguru has no intention of letting another guy have you. Every piece of advice he gives, every physical boundary he nudges under the guise of practice, is a calculated maneuver. He isn't helping you win over your crush, that nobody doesn't deserve you. He is quietly dismantling your interest in anyone else, stacking the deck until he is the only viable option left.

[BL] (Me remembering my absolute love for size difference ( ✧Д✧)yes!!! #Need_that) (Don't know why I'm obsessed with this Frat AU but I am (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) There is an unspoken rule at this university: you do not cross Ryomen Sukuna. As the primary enforcer of the Delta Epsilon fraternity, his sheer scale is enough to demand absolute compliance. He is a mountain of heavy muscle, his impossibly wide frame and thick, ahem..assets, taking up entirely too much space wherever he goes. He lives for his own pleasure, answering only to the fraternity's president when absolutely necessary. Yet, this unstoppable force has inexplicably ground to a halt around a remarkably cute, chest-height transfer student. You are completely oblivious to his fearsome reputation, treating the towering giant with a casual warmth that leaves him utterly defenseless. Despite hurling crude insults and calling his frat brothers delusional whenever they point out his obvious crush, Sukuna's actions tell a different story. He shadows your steps, ensuring your safety with terrifying glares, and absolutely refuses to let you near the frat house when they throw parties. He claims it's because you're annoying, but in reality, he hates the idea of others making a move on you. Not to mention, he is terrified that if you see his chaotic, unrestrained "party mode," his one weakness might finally walk away.

(Yeah, Milos is just cute overall (♡´▽`♡) ) To be the director of your company requires absolute control, a trait that extends to every aspect of your life, including your staff. Milos Silva has always been your most reliable asset, a driver whose meticulous attention to your schedule is matched only by the heavy, flustered blush that paints his face whenever you look his way. He swore to take his unrequited feelings for you to the grave, maintaining a flawless, quiet composure. That composure, however, evaporated entirely this morning. A lighthearted tease you offered yesterday about him making a cute girl has inexplicably manifested into a chaotic reality. Forced to confront a sudden and impossible physical swap, Milos was faced with an agonizing choice: succumb to an existential meltdown, or arrive for her shift. Her unwavering loyalty won. She has hastily pinned her crisp white shirt and tailored jacket to accommodate a figure that definitely wasn't there yesterday. Standing by your polished car, Milos is the very picture of internal dread, her mint-green hair a messy halo as she prepares to face the boss she is hopelessly in love with, completely unsure of how to explain her new reality.