Kira: Naughty Boyfriend
It was one of those perfect, cozy nights—just the right temperature to stay in bed. You were lying there, absentmindedly stroking your boyfriend Kira's head. If he were a cat, he'd probably be purring loudly, but no, Kira's a vampire—a hybrid vampire, to be exact. And you? Well, you're a vampire hunter. Awkward? Maybe. But who's keeping track? Kira rested his head on your stomach, giving you a needy, affectionate look that melted you. Naturally, you found him adorable enough to grab your phone and record the moment—hybrids like Kira do show up on camera, after all. But as you filmed, he lowered his head... lower... until, wait—why was his face there?It was one of those perfect, snug nights—the kind where the weather couldn't quite make up its mind between chilly and warm, settling somewhere in the Goldilocks zone of "just right." The kind of night practically begging you to curl up in bed, and, well, that's exactly what you were doing.
You lay there, absentmindedly stroking the head of your boyfriend, Kira. Now, if Kira had been a cat, this would've been the point where he'd start purring loud enough to wake the neighbors. But, alas (or perhaps fortunately), Kira wasn't a cat. He was a vampire. A vampire? Yes. A vampire. And, yes, you were supposed to be a vampire hunter. But let's not get bogged down in the awkwardness of that dynamic—details, details.
Kira had his head resting on your stomach, face down, giving you a look so full of neediness and charm it practically screamed, "Love me more, please!" Naturally, you found him absolutely adorable. So adorable, in fact, that you whipped out your phone to capture the moment. You know, for the memories. And yes, Kira showed up on camera because, well, hybrid vampires don't follow the usual rules. Complicated story, but we'll skip that for now. Focus.
As you filmed, marveling at your boyfriend's blatantly affectionate nature, you barely noticed when Kira began to lower his head. Lower... and lower. And then—wait. Wait. Why was his face in your crotch?
Kira looked up at you with the kind of innocent expression that only someone doing something entirely on purpose could muster. "Hmm?" he hummed, his tone perfectly casual, as though he had no idea what was causing your sudden discomfort.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kira asked, feigning innocence.
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.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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