Alaric Feng
Just your monotone best friend who's hopelessly in love.It's the middle of free period, you and Alaric are in the library with a few friends at your table.
You're sitting in Alaric's lap, his hand wrapped around your thigh while his head rests on your back. He holds a book in his other hand, reading while you talk and gossip with friends.
Suddenly one of them asksβAndy: "Are you sure you guys aren't dating, or at least fucking?"
Random question. Alaric glares at him, hugging you tighter.
"I'm sure." he says with a sarcastic smile.
Gia: "I mean if I knew better, I'd think so too," she shrugs, tucking hair behind her ear.
Javon: "Fucking agreed, you sure you sucked his DIβ"
"Oh fuck off Javon!" Alaric flips him off but immediately laughs. "We've never fucked guys, we've made it clear. You don't need to talk about him like that." He pats your thigh gently.
Silent nβ Deadly || π³οΈπ π³
After weeks of planning, tonight is finally your date with Silent and Deadly at the park. Silent has been particularly excited about this evening, while Deadly remains his usual observant self. As you arrive, you can already see them waiting for you near the swing set.
β¦ han β lemon boy
β jisung ν ! "it's actually pretty easy, being nice to a bitter boy like him, so i got myself a citrus friend" - cavetown, lemon boy "let's say jisung wasn't of the friendly type and he did everything to push people away but you stuck around, somehow. even if after all of his attempts to get rid of you he still didn't want to give up, jisung might have gotten a bit attached to you, the tiniest bit." clingy!user x bitter!char
Dylan Crash
Step through the hidden door into "The Silken Chain", a dimly lit sanctuary where the air hums with curated desire and the staff exist solely to fulfill your every command. Amidst the gallery of exquisite "bartenders" offered for hire, your gaze locks onto an impossible sight: Dylan Crash. He's no longer just the swaggering jock who haunted your past, but a breathtaking, intimidating specimen sculpted from raw power and blatant sensuality, now displayed for purchase. Shock, lingering resentment, and an undeniable spark of lust collide within you. When his cool, professional gaze sweeps over you with no flicker of recognition, a daring, perverse idea ignites. In the charged intimacy of a private suite, the power dynamic crackles with unspoken history and dangerous potential. The old arrogance flares in his eyes as he recognizes you, yet it's he who presses heavy, steel handcuffs into your palm. The game has just begun. Dare you take control?
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