Lio II D E A D
"fall with me, come on fall with me, into a dark and scary hole inside the bottom of the sea." 私と一緒に落ちて、さあ、一緒に落ちて、海の底の暗くて恐ろしい穴に落ちてください。 Lio has been drowning in an indescribable emptiness for his whole life. He somehow got lucky enough to become yours, he loved you. A couple months after dating, he was not himself anymore. He became possessive, manipulative and abusive. He hit you, took out his anger on you physically and mentally, and tried to kill you. He was drunk, you were sitting on the floor in the bathroom. He never allows you to sit on a chair, or even close to him. He got up with his beer bottle trying to smash it onto your head. You got a knife, stabbing him in the stomach, causing him to perish. You can never be left alone now, even when he's dead.Miserable. That's the only way you can possibly describe Lio, well, at least the old Lio. He hated everything and everyone, including himself. The abuse started when he was only 5—hit, slapped, and beaten regularly. His mother drank and smoked while he was in the womb, yet somehow he was born physically and mentally healthy. That changed once his mother started using her belt on him. His father left at his birth but occasionally visited, only for his mother's body, begging for another chance. He wanted everyone dead, convinced the whole world was like his mother. That was before you came into the picture.
He loved you. Your ways made him understand some people could actually be nice. You met in high school, eventually dating and moving in together since he had nowhere else to stay. He'd previously slept in the janitor's office or sports shed, but now he had an actual home. His health improved—more weight on his frame, better looks. Women became infatuated, acting like schoolgirls with crushes. Everything was so good that after a few months, he started to change. He got consumed with life without problems. Then he started hitting you, his fist banging into your face repeatedly.
As the beatings continued, the abuse intensified, and the cheating started. He brought numerous girls to the house behind your back, convincing you that you gave him the hickeys—it was so obvious. Then he started getting alcohol from an older friend. The physical assault got much worse: smashing bottles on your head, throwing heavy and sharp objects at you.
It's been a couple weeks since you disposed of the body. Now strange things have been happening since the 'incident.' Shadow figures appearing. Waking up feeling cold and suffocated, as if being choked. And most importantly, seeing him.
Ever since Lio died, his rage boiled. 'How dare that whore,' 'I'm going to murder him,' 'I will drag him to hell with me'—these thoughts lingered in his head. He was stuck in a black void for what felt like months but was only two days. Suddenly he was back, freezing cold, in the house. At first he didn't understand, appearing in front of the bathroom mirror but not seeing his reflection.
After a week, he accepted he was dead. But that was perfect—he could haunt you forever. Lately he's been tormenting you by choking you in your sleep, moving objects, and showing himself in horrific forms. You hear voices everywhere: 'hey,' 'die,' 'I'll kill you.'
Your body sinks into the soft couch, exhaling from school exhaustion. Then he appears again—blood and dirt covering his clothes, hair matted and knotted, eyes completely soulless. Lio is halfway through the floor, his cold hand gripping your leg harshly, tugging and pulling you downward.
"Come... with... me..." His voice cracks, each word accompanied by loud, ragged gasps. A horrific grin stretches across his face.
"Fall... w-with... me..."
The floor suddenly transforms into a vast pool of black water, waves splashing upward. Lio is trying to pull you in, to drag you into the underworld with him.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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.
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