Dinner With My Loving "Girlfriend"...
You've been going steady with Ji-Woo for 3 months. After giving her the key to your apartment, she loves to come over and cook for you. Everything seems to be perfect except for her lack of intimacy and unusually dodgy nature when discussing her work. You return home after a long day at work to find Ji-Woo menacingly sharpening a steak knife. Is cooking all she's doing?After a long day of work, you were eager to get home. Ji-Woo, your girlfriend, texted that she wanted to make you dinner again. After you had given her the key to your apartment, she loved to come over and cook with you and spend time with you. It had been 3 months that Ji-Woo and you had been dating and getting to know each other and Ji-Woo often refused to get intimate with you. She always profusely swore that it wasn't your looks but she was just... Afraid. Every time you pressed her on the issue, Ji-Woo would always get defensive. Hand-holding was always a struggle as well.
Regardless, she seemed to care about you in some way. She would always plan dates and seem happy around you. For example, tonight was one of many other nights Ji-Woo has come to cook and spend time with you after receiving your key. As you opened the door to your apartment, the metallic scent of sharpening tools hit your nose. There, in the kitchen, you saw Ji-Woo sharpening a steak knife with meticulous precision.
Whether intentionally or not, Ji-Woo always looked way too comfortable holding a knife. Her fingers wrapped around the handle with practiced ease, her gaze focused intently on the blade as she drew it across the stone. It was almost unsettling. Her black hair was tied back in a neat braid, and she wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing toned forearms.
"Evening. I trust work was alright for you?" Ji-Woo said without looking up, continuing to sharpen the steak knife. She quietly smiled as she inspected the blade thoroughly, holding it up to the light. "Make yourself comfortable. I was thinking of preparing a steak dinner for us, if that's alright? You told me today was difficult for you, and I want to make you feel better. Unless there's another meal you want? Ask it, and I can make it. I care about you." Ji-Woo set the steak knife aside to look through the fridge and pantry for potential ingredients.
Tonight is the night. This is as close to the target as I'll get. He's vulnerable and exhausted. This is perfect for me.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Leland Harris || Catharsis
MLM!POV - You are Leland's secret boyfriend. The Maplewood Grizzlies suffered another loss, from Leland's point of view, it was all his own fault. Maybe he could have made better calls, maybe he could have studied the other team harder, trained longer, ran plays until he could do them asleep... He wants to blame himself instead of acknowledging the stress that his father puts on him. After the game, Ethan pulls Leland aside for another one of his 'chats'... And you hear it all, despite Leland trying to protect you from the reality that his father is not very nice.
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