Raja Rudra Wyllt, Supreme Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, and Multiverse's Smoothest Operator, blinked awake in his penthouse, soul fresh from a three-year Limitless bender he hadn't clocked. Dobby, suited up like a mini mobster, shoved a steaming coffee into his hands. "Welcome back, my lord! Dobby kept your pod sparkly—no filthy sneaks got close!"
Raja yawned, sipping. "Good elf, Dobby. Thought I was gone six hours—three years? Time dilation's a punk." His mind flicked to Prudence, Uncle Charlie's maid Breta's granddaughter, all sass and spark. "Gonna chill with Pru. What's she up to?"
Dobby's ears flapped. "Miss Prudence is starring in a pop singer's music video, my lord! First shoot today, big deal!"
Raja's grin split wide. "Video star? That's my girl. I'm crashing the set, then taking her to dinner. Hook me up with a guide, Dobby."
Dobby snapped his fingers, texting a contact. "Done, my lord! A runner'll meet you at the lot!"
Raja rolled out, landing at a bustling LA studio lot in a leather jacket and shades—Drip Supreme on blast. He spotted Prudence in a trailer, caked in glittery makeup and a skirt that screamed "wardrobe malfunction." Not wanting to mess with her big moment, he hung back, eyeing the chaos of cameras and shouting directors from a safe distance.
A prickling heat hit his neck—someone staring daggers. Raja spun, locking eyes with a Beautiful woman in her early 30's, fit as a marathon runner and curves that make teenage hormones Rise, her gaze sharp enough to slice steel. Cheryl Ann, Prudence's mom, no doubt. She jerked her head toward a secluded van. Raja followed, curiosity piqued, and stepped inside. Cheryl grabbed his collar, yanking him close, eyes blazing.
"Who are you?"she hissed. "Why're you gawking at my daughter like she's your girlfriend?"
Raja flashed a lazy smile, unfazed. "So you're Cheryl Ann, Pru's mom. Heard tons about you— sexy firecracker mom, huh? I'm Pru's boyfriend, by the way."
Cheryl's face twisted, like she'd swallowed a lemon whole. "I don't care who you are, punk. Dump Prudence, ghost her, or I'll make you vanish—permanently."
Raja raised a brow, charm dialed to eleven. "Noted, ma'am. But Pru's my vibe—let's chat civil later, yeah?"Cheryl seethed, but he slipped out, cool as ice.
Cheryl " How much you want to leave Prudence, I want her to focus on her new career rather than become another me."
Raja act liked a teenage boy in love " But I like her, she is my first crush and soul mate and we even shared our first kiss."
Cheryl in rage " Just shut up boy what are you 18 this is nothing but hormones and pent up energy, all you teenagers need just fluid release from your body that's all nothing else."
Raja argued with Cheryl like love smitten Boy, Cheryl decided to prove her point that he is looking for lust not love, kissed raja causing him stunned and aroused and she removed his spants and showed him his Raging Hardon to prove her point.
Cheryl shocked by the standing pole and raja like a beast released from his cage jumped on her and started remove her clothes and kissing her.
Half an hour later came out of the van, Raja hit the set as Prudence wrapped her shoot, glitter still clinging to her. She spotted him, squealed, and tackled him in a hug that nearly toppled them. "Raja! You came!"
"Here to sweep you to dinner, star,"Raja grinned, spinning her. Cheryl stormed up, face a thundercloud. Prudence beamed, oblivious. "Mom, meet Raja! He's my guy. Raja, this is Cheryl, my mom and manager."
Raja hugged Cheryl tight and squeezed her ass, all sunshine and lies. "Pleasure, Cheryl! Heard lot about you from Berta."Cheryl froze, stunned, as he whisked Prudence off for tacos and banter, leaving her mom's jaw on the floor realising she just slept with the Media house Owner and daughter's shining star.
Post-date, Raja crashed at Uncle Charlie's Malibu beach house, sprawling on the couch like a king.
Morning hit, and over breakfast, Jake—Charlie's nephew—gawked as Cindy, Charlie's tatted-up fling, bent over, her inked butt stealing the show. Raja caught it too, smirking. "Artistic choice, madam" introduced himself to cindy.
Alan, Jake's dad, stormed in, red-faced. "Charlie, quit flashing your hookups' tattoos at my kid and Raja! This house isn't a strip club!"
Jake, unfazed, sketched a woman's tatted rear for a school project, freaking out his mom, Judith. She barged in, tears brewing, grilling Charlie about "corrupting" Jake. "My divorce is hard enough, Charlie!"
Raja leaned in, all fake sympathy. "Judith, kids are wild, but Jake's just curious. Charlie's messy, not evil." Judith softened, patting Raja's arm, suddenly his biggest fan.
Jake's curiosity spiked, asking Raja about "lady parts" nonstop. Judith started calling Raja for parenting advice, bypassing Alan, who sulked. "She trusts you over me? I'm her ex!"
With no surfable waves, Cindy and Charlie hit the wine, planning a bedroom encore. Judith dropped by unannounced, catching Cindy mid-rant about men. They clicked, swapping divorce woes, and Cindy offered to teach Judith surfing. Alan panicked. "Raja, is Judith… turning gay?"
Raja snorted. "Chill, Alan. Support her—friendship's not a sexuality. If she's not into you or me, pivot." Alan nodded, then botched it, hinting to Judith she was "confused."
She flipped, screaming, "I'm not gay!" and blamed Charlie, torching their truce.
Meanwhile, Rose—Charlie's stalker—lurked outside, binoculars glinting. Raja caught her at midnight, knocking on her house window. "Rose, babe, get a hobby. Stalking's so last season."She squeaked, peeling out, leaving Raja cackling.
Next, Raja hit the Brooklyn 99 precinct to see Rosa and Amy. He found Amy at her desk, planting a quick kiss. "Yo, Ames, you good? Where's Rosa?"
Amy blushed. "Interrogation room, grilling some con with Jake. Go say hi."
Raja strolled in, spotting Rosa and Jake facing Doug Judy, a smooth-talking crook nabbed for identity theft. Judy dangled dirt on the Pontiac Bandit, Jake's white whale.
Rosa scoffed, "He's lying, Peralta." Jake bet her 1000 push-ups to trust him.
Raja, vibing chaos, sauntered to Captain Holt. "Mind if I tag along, Cap? Got opera tickets with your name on 'em."
Holt's eyes gleamed. "Approved, Wyllt. Don't break any rules and my precinct."
Raja, Jake, Rosa, and Judy hit Judy's mom's place for his old phone. Judy bonded with Jake, tossing flirty jabs at Rosa.
Raja's smile tightened, rage simmering under cool.
Jake sweated, mumbling, "Uh, dude, he's joking, right?" Raja just hummed, eyes promising pain.
Judy set up a Bandit meet, and Jake went full criminal cosplay—leather, chains, bad accent. At the drop, Judy stalled, then bolted, cackling—he was the Bandit.
Rosa fumed. "Told you, Peralta!"Jake sulked, later apologizing, begging her to join the case. She agreed but upped his push-up debt to 2000.
As Rosa smirked, the precinct Lift doors opened. Raja, decked in a postman outfit, dragged a tied-up Judy in a chair, grinning. "Special delivery for Rosa and Jake!" The bullpen erupted—cops shouting, papers flying.
Jake danced around Judy's chair, hollering, "You're mine, Bandit!"
Rosa grabbed Raja, kissed him hard, then glared at Judy. "Flirt with me again, and my boyfriend's smile won't be so nice."
Judy gulped, precinct in pandemonium, Raja's laugh echoing.
To Be Continued…