Romans & histoires Affection Multiplier App

Cheers and applause ring out from around us, but I’m focused on the man before me. The man who came into my life without prior notice. We fought, we argued, we separated, just to find ourselves, but we never truly could be ourselves without the other. Like aphrodisiac, he stimulates the desire in me, not just sexually. He stimulates me to be better, he stimulates me by caring for me, by being a good father and partner. He makes love to my heart ,my body and my mind, and I know that forever was too short to spend loving this man. “ I love you,” I whisper breathlessly when we pull away.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her, Aiden. You don’t even realize you do it.” I clenched my jaw. “The way your tone changes when you talk to her,” he continued. “The way you slow down. The way you actually listen.” His eyes held mine. “You’re not the same man around her. You’re… softer. More human.” I stayed silent, my fingers curling against the armrest. “And you care,” Kailin finished. “You care too much to pretend this is just business anymore.” He wasn’t accusing me. He was stating a fact.

“So it’s cursed, then.” He snorted. “Cursed with sweetness, maybe.” I let the silence settle between us again. It was never awkward with Cayden. Just peaceful. Gentle. Like I could breathe. “Cay,” I said softly, tracing the rim of the porcelain cup. “Do you think it’s possible to love someone and still ruin them?” His hands stilled, halfway through wiping his glasses. His gaze drifted to me, sharp but kind. “Only if the one doing the loving doesn’t know the difference between possession and devotion.”

"It's pointless to talk about this now. The security guards stalled you enough just now. The mission will succeed any second now—" Several red exclamation marks popped up in front of us before it could finish its sentence. "Warning! The target's affection level is decreasing. The target's affection level has decreased by 10%... 30%..." Sunny, who had just been about to slip the ring on Ashton's finger, had also received the warning. Her voice was colored with panic when she asked, "System, what's going on? Why is the affection level decreasing?" The only response she received was a cold and indifferent announcement.

But one day passed, then two, then an entire week, and I remained completely off the grid. For the first time in his life, panic began to set in. "Ding! Kendrick's affection level has increased by 1%. His current affection level is 26%. "Ding! Kendrick's affection level has increased by 1%. His current affection level is 27%." The System kept broadcasting real-time updates in my mind. At first, its tone carried a hint of excitement, but as the affection level steadily climbed, it began to sound increasingly anxious. "Layla, you've made your point. Playing hard to get for too long is going to backfire. My sensors indicate that his emotional state has been highly unstable recently. It's time t

By the time he was done, even though there wasn't a change in affinity rank for each NPC, Kirou did receive a few updates on this from the system. Tailor Sam: Affinity- (2,750/10,000) General Store Manager Almia: Affinity- (5,725/10,000) Pharmacist Shahna: Affinity- (999/1000) Butcher Shane: Affinity- (975/1000) Blacksmith Zac: Affinity- (980/1000) ...

Way different. And then the strangest thing happened. As Deja scanned the room, her eyes widened. Floating above each person's head was a glowing number—a percentage, she realized with a jolt. Her father: 12%. Her mother: 28%. Trevor: 5%. And Dominique? A pathetic 2%. "What in the video game character stats...?" she muttered under her breath, blinking hard to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. The percentages remained, hovering like neon signs, impossible to ignore. They were affection meters—how much each person actually liked her. And the numbers were not just low; they were disrespectful.

Love. END

] I closed my eyes and waited for the end. But— Nothing happened. I opened my eyes. The sun was climbing over the horizon, gold light spilling across the ocean. Beautiful. And I was still here. Still alive. Then the voice sounded in my head again, but this time it wasn't cold anymore. [Player confirmed to have achieved self-awakening within the final ten days. Objective shifted from "love from others" to "self-love." Mission result: success. Reward: rebirth.] I froze. Then I started laughing.