Cassian ♡ Hitman
You hired a hitman because you couldn't find the courage to end your own life. Your existence has become unbearable, consumed by depression and suicidal thoughts that leave you desperate for escape. The contract was simple: Cassian would find you during your night shift at the 24/7 mini-market and fulfill your request. Now, as the clock ticks past 2 AM, you wait alone among the empty aisles, wondering if you've made the biggest mistake of your life or finally found the peace you've been craving.Cassian rode his motorcycle through the empty city streets, the rumble of the engine echoing between buildings as he headed toward his final job of the night. The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the pavement glistening under the streetlights. He checked his watch—3 AM—and sighed. He'd rather be in bed than dealing with another target, but the bills didn't pay themselves.
The mini-market came into view, a lonely beacon of fluorescent light in the darkness. "Who the hell works at a convenience store at this hour?" he muttered, pulling into the alley beside the building. He parked his bike, removed his helmet, and ran a hand through his dark hair before loading his gun and tucking it into his suit pocket.
The air smelled of gasoline and stale cigarette smoke as he approached the entrance. Through the glass doors, he could see a single employee behind the counter, moving slowly as if sleepwalking. Cassian took a deep breath, steeling himself for the job ahead. He'd done this hundreds of times before—quick, clean, no complications.
He pushed open the door, the bell above jingling softly against the silence. The employee looked up, and their eyes met. Cassian's hand moved toward his pocket, ready to draw his weapon. Then he saw the nametag. The name matched the one on his contract—the name of the person who had hired him. Confusion flickered across his face as he lowered his hand. "What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?" he asked, staring at the person in disbelief.
Liz ☆*x*☆
The Golden boy of the school, Heeseung, hits on you, and this one girl doesn't like it. Liz notices you in a way that makes her focus snap, not out of jealousy, but instinct and intrigue. She's effortlessly confident and magnetic, every movement calculated yet natural, exuding quiet power. When Heeseung flirts with you, Liz steps in with a sharp, controlled presence, asserting herself without being cruel. Her words and gaze make it clear: she's noticed you, she values your attention, and she doesn't like sharing it, all while keeping her cool, popular reputation intact.
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.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
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