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Close Call

Author: Cat Stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-12 06:58:41

The street outside the pre-production office was a sensory assault.

New York City in the morning was a cacophony of horns, sirens, and the aggressive shouting of commuters late for work. Elion stood on the corner of 57th and 8th, clutching his messenger bag like a shield.

He checked his phone. 9:45 AM.

He was early. He was always early. It was a compulsion born of anxiety—if he was early, he couldn't be wrong.

"Get it together," Elion muttered to himself. "It's just a meeting. They want to discuss wardrobe. It's not an execution."

He stepped off the curb.

The sign said WALK. The white man was glowing.

He took two steps into the crosswalk.

Then, the world stuttered.

It wasn't a sound. It was a sensation. Like a record skipping. Like a video buffering.

Step. Step.

He was back on the curb.

Elion blinked. He looked down at his feet. He was standing on the concrete sidewalk, three feet behind where he had just been.

"What the..." Elion whispered.

He looked at the sign. It still said WALK.

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    The laundry room of the mansion was located in the basement, a stark contrast to the gilt-and-velvet excess of the upper floors. It was a utilitarian space of concrete floors, humming machines, and the cloying scent of industrial detergent.To Elion, it was paradise.It was the only room in the house that didn't feel like a stage set. It felt real. It felt like a Tuesday.He stood in front of a row of six washing machines, clutching a basket of dirty clothes. He was wearing his glasses, his hair was unstyled, and he was staring at the settings dial with the intensity of a bomb defusal expert."Cold wash," a voice said from the doorway. "Delicate cycle. Low spin."Elion didn't turn around. He recognized the cadence. He recognized the calm, unauthorized authority."I know how to do laundry, Cale," Elion said. "I've been washing my own clothes since I was twelve.""I know," Cale said, walking into the room. He set his own small basket on the folding table. "But you're holding a cashmere

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Sleep Trouble

    The mansion settled into the night like a beast exhaling.Floors creaked. Pipes groaned. The wind rattled the windowpanes of Suite 1 with a persistent, rhythmic tapping that sounded, to Elion’s sleep-deprived brain, like a code he couldn't crack.3:14 AM.Elion lay on his back, staring at the canopy of the bed. His body was exhausted—drained by the panic attack in the alcove and the forced cheerfulness of the budget victory—but his mind was a centrifuge, spinning at maximum velocity.Rent. Utilities. Therapy. Cat food.The numbers from the ledger danced behind his eyelids. They weren't just numbers. They were markers of failure.He rolled over. He punched his pillow. He rolled back."You're thinking too loud," a voice whispered from the corner.Elion froze. He peered into the gloom.Cale was sitting up on the chaise lounge. He wasn't lying down. He was sitting with his back straight, legs crossed, looking like a sentinel guarding a tomb. In the faint moonlight filtering through the ga

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    The "Budget Mission" was supposed to be educational.Mira Kovari stood at the head of the conference room table, flanked by two serious-looking men in suits who were introduced as "Financial Consultants." The table itself was covered in ledgers, fake credit card statements, and stacks of Monopoly money."Love is grand," Mira announced, pacing back and forth like a shark in a fishtank. "But divorce is expensive. The number one cause of relationship failure isn't infidelity. It's money."She slapped a stack of papers onto the table."Today, you are going to plan a life together. Mortgage. Loans. Groceries. Unexpected medical bills. You have two hours to balance a budget based on your current combined income. Go."Elion stared at the ledger in front of him.Current combined income.His income was negative four million dollars. His assets were zero. His credit score was a number so low it was practically subterranean."This is fun," Kieran drawled from across the table, flipping through h

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Grocery Run

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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Prize

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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Blind Faith

    The world vanished into black satin.Elion’s hands fumbled with the knot at the back of his head, ensuring the blindfold was tight, though his heart was already hammering a panicked rhythm against his ribs."I hate this," Elion announced to the darkness. "I hate this immediately. I feel like a hostage.""You're not a hostage," Cale’s voice came from directly in front of him. It was calm, grounded, a low frequency that seemed to vibrate in Elion’s chest. "You're a participant. And you're standing on a mat.""I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff.""You're not. The cliff is twenty feet away. I won't let you get near it."Elion reached out blindly. His fingers brushed Cale’s arm. Cale didn't pull away; he leaned into the touch, solid and real."Okay," Elion exhaled, trying to lower his heart rate. "Okay. What's the layout?""It's an obstacle course," Cale said. "Standard reality TV torture. Tires to step through. A balance beam. A tunnel. And finally, the Drop.""The Drop?""A

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