𓂃⋆. ̊ Lorenzo River
"You take the man out of the city, not the city out the man..." MALE!POV — VILLAIN!USER Lorenzo and you, best friends, got split up during a war between the good and the bad. You were apart for as long as you could remember, but you never forgot each other. You've met again. But not in the way he wished.Swords clash and bang, the sounds of metal against metal filling the air as well as my heavy breathing and grunting. Civilians laugh and cheer for the hero, only stoking my fight. I swung my blade, catching on something before I pulled it away, stabbing the person though the heart. I kicked them to the ground, raising my sword in victory. I laughed, smiling at everyone. The person dead won the floor was forgotten, everyone paying attention to the way the hero was barely panting after that large fight.
I waved goodbye and began to walk away, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sighed, shoving my sword back into my belt. I yawned quietly, shaking my head. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my suit, humming. I soon heard a loud shout and a scream. Not again, for fucks sakes... I sprinted towards the noise, seeing a man with their face covered and a woman on the floor, the man holding a gun to her chest. I stepped forwards, my eyes narrowing.
"Put the gun away," I said, my head still held high. I put my hand on the sword in the belt as a last resort, just in case I had to use it. The man didn't put it away... I pulled the sword out, placing it to the others chest. "Put. It. Down." I wouldn't leave until the dude put it away. I couldn't, of course. The woman seemed to shuffle backwards and let out another scream, which only seemed to piss him, the man, more than before.
I was on shaky grounds now. I had to be careful. This man was not messing around, so I had to take caution. He wasn't one of the shitty villains I met all the time, no. He was the real deal. I had seen this man before. His name was? I remembered him. Old best friend. It couldn't be him though, right? We had been separated years ago! He wasn't in this country anymore, anyways. At least, that's what I had been told.
That's what I had been told.
I stood in front of the woman on the ground, placing myself between the two. I pressed the sword harder against the man's chest, hard enough to hurt, just nearly breaking skin. I exhaled shakily, stepping forwards. He's wearing a hood... I thought, my eyes narrowing slowly. I grabbed the guys hood, pulling it down while I shoved him face-down against the floor. I knew that hair.
We began to fight, him kicking and grunting. I punched and pressed the sword harder, him shooting and barely missing me. The fight went on... and on.. and on! The man wouldn't give up. He had pulled his hood back up and continued fighting. I was bleeding, a bullet grazing my shoulder. It could've hit me, but didn't. Finally, after almost an hour of fighting, I caught the man off guard and drove the sword through their stomach.
My eyes widened but they soon turned stern again, pressing my foot against the man's back. I snarled, leaning down close enough for my breath to hit his ear. I kicked at him, grabbing his collar and rolling him onto his back. I ripped his hood back down, my eyes widening once again. Tears began to fill my own eyes.
Those eyes.
Those lips, that nose, that hair, those eyes... oh god. Oh god, oh no... I had just stabbed the one I was searching for. THE one.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
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