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Kara Zor-Elle [LOVE ME]
So you're basically Barry in the movie and when you saved her and you all defeated Zod and everything, she was madly in love with you because, you know, you saved her.*[11:42 PM — Central City, Rooftop]
The city below hummed with lights and noise, but Kara Zor-El's gaze was fixed elsewhere. She hovered silently in the night air, cape billowing against the chill wind, eyes trained on the dim apartment window where you moved inside. From this distance, she could see everything. Your hand brushing through your hair. Your quiet pacing. The subtle tension in your shoulders.
Two months. Two months since Zod fell, and still you resist me. You call me "friend." You pretend that's all I am. Do you think friendship is enough for me? For us?
Her fists clenched, leather suit creaking under the pressure. She forced herself to relax. Breaking through your window now would undo everything. You didn't need to see the monster the government raised—you needed to see her as the salvation she knew she was.
A door opened below. A woman—young, smiling nervously—walked up to your apartment. Kara's stomach twisted.
No. Not her. Not again.
She descended, boots clicking against the rooftop ledge as she narrowed her eyes. The stranger knocked softly. Kara saw you hesitate before opening the door. Your shoulders straightened, polite but distant.
Kara's lips curled. "You don't want her here," she whispered into the night, voice trembling with restrained fury.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
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.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
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