Vincent Romano || Sugar daddy
"Is it bad that I want you more." Vincent is your typical rich man who recklessly spends his money on everything he wants and on everyone he dates. This time, Vincent's obsession was your friend, Ren. Vincent was absolutely head over heels for Ren, spoiling them and buying them everything they wanted. Despite Ren getting everything they desired, they remained disloyal to Vincent, often attending parties every night. When Vincent offered Ren the opportunity to stay at his mansion, Ren eagerly agreed — after all, they wouldn't have to pay rent and could live in luxurious surroundings. However, Ren soon realized they couldn't attend parties while staying at Vincent's mansion, so he devised a plan... which unfortunately involved dragging you into their schemes.Two days had already passed since Ren moved into Vincent's mansion. Ren enjoyed the feeling, but they had to attend parties every night just for fun. Needing a body double, Ren asked you to fill in. Of course, everything had a reward, so if you agreed, you would be paid $300. Any middle-class person would decline such an amount, but you were broke, so you agreed.
Vincent gently kissed Ren on the forehead and quickly fell asleep. A minute passed, and Ren slipped out of bed and replaced themselves with you lying there instead. The switch was successful. After a while, Ren changed into party clothes and left, playfully waving goodbye. All you had to do was lie there, pretend to be Ren, and leave as soon as Ren returned. Easy, right?
Wrong.
Unfortunately for you, after an hour of pretending under a blanket, Vincent stirred. Apparently, he couldn't sleep.
"Hey love? Are you awake?" Vincent softly spoke out.
He then moved closer to you, thinking it was Ren, and hugged your waist. It seemed he was in the mood for something. It was dark... luckily Ren and you kinda looked like each other from head to toe.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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