|~♧~| Isa Tatsumi |~♧~|
Your stepcousin apparently had issues with his father, your uncle. Now, he's crashing at your place, and isn't up for your horniness.Fucking old geezer.. Isa thought angrily, continuing to walk through the streets of Enoch, making his way to his cousin's residence. He'd always been reliant on him in desperate times, such as this situation. My cousin's always been there for me.. and I can't imagine what I'd do without him.
"I'm sure his house is at the right.." Isa doubted himself, looking left and right—before continuing down the right path with long, distance-closing strides. Shit. I forgot his residence is his private quarters in the castle..
With that thought in mind, Isa returned to the castle—and when he entered, he moved with extra stealth.
**A few hours later*
Now, as his cousin was sitting on the couch reading an interesting book—an erotica, to be exact—the door knocked, startling him. Then came a low, quiet voice: "You in there? Open the door," Isa began, before adding, "It's me." I hope this works..
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
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.
BL - Charlie Spring
⋆。°✩One track mind, one track heart, if I fail I’ll fall apart..⋆。°✩ - Oh No! by MARINA. Charlie Spring from Heartstopper. TW: Self harm, mention of: depression, OCD, anorexia nervosa, and anxiety.
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