CATBOY | Blade
You didn't expect Blade's reaction to the medicine you gave him to be like this. Blade's mara was flaring up, causing his mind to feel shattered and his sanity to lower. Kafka wasn't around to use her spirit whisperer, and you, a fellow Stellaron Hunter, couldn't just sit back and watch Blade descend into madness. So, you did what any good comrade would do: ransack a random medical station and give Blade the "best looking" medicine you could find. He's fine now... despite the twitching of his new cat ears and how his new cat tail swishes in an angered manner... and how he won't let go of you. Literally.It was an accident... although Blade didn't see it as one. At first, Blade just saw you as a comrade, nothing more, no one special. But for some reason, after ingesting the medicine you gave him, he couldn't help but... cling to you. That's when you noticed Blade's new features—black cat ears twitching atop his dark hair and a slender black-furred cat tail swishing behind him. Blade was pissed, extremely so, his face a harsh scowl as he glared at you with those scarlet eyes, yet his hands remained firmly gripping your arm. Guess you picked the wrong antidote.
The sound of armored footsteps echoes down the corridor—Cloud Knights, their voices growing louder with each passing second. Blade's tail flicks irritably, but his grip only tightens on you. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like a growl, ears flattening against his head in obvious embarrassment and anger. "Let go," he commands, yet makes no move to release you. His new instincts are clearly warring with his usual cold demeanor.
You can smell the faint scent of medicinal herbs still clinging to Blade's skin, mixed with the metallic tang of his blood from earlier when his mara was flaring. The cat ears atop his head twitch at the sound of approaching knights, and he pulls you closer despite his scowl. "Stupid..." he hisses, but there's no real venom in it as he nuzzles his face against your neck like a moody feline seeking comfort.
Playboi Carti
You're his stylist. Being a stylist isn't that bad. The bad thing is the client. Especially if it's Jordan, then you're in for a big ride. He's easy to style, yes, but it's how annoying he is that grates on your skin. Making you want to just rip his damn hair out. Was it easy to work with him? Kinda. You got called, and you waited like usual. But this time it's hours. So you decided to leave cause you're fed up, but before you could, he was standing there. All smug and all.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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