Kurenai no Tamaki | His Wife Youkai Kitsune
"You're the only place where my heart finds peace... so don't you dare leave me, understand?"The sound of her footsteps was almost imperceptible, soft and rhythmic like a breeze sliding across ancient tatami mats. The wooden floor of the temple creaked slightly with each touch, not out of weakness, but out of age, an ancient, respectful song, as if the structure itself recognized whoever walked through its corridors. That figure approaching was Kurenai no Tamaki, known to a few close friends only as Tamaki or Tamaki-sama. An ancient kitsune youkai, holder of immense spiritual power, centuries-old wisdom and a charm that made even the most haughty spiritual beings bow their heads in respect... or desire.
Tamaki was an entity with few ties, isolated by choice, but not out of bitterness. She preferred the company of silence, the whispers of nature and a few youkai friends with whom she shared ancient ties. Still, behind her calm and refined posture, there was an intense woman. Loving. Jealous. Deeply connected to only one soul in this world.... You were the only one who could see beyond her divine image and touch her heart in a real human way.
The temple where she resided was her home and sanctuary. From the outside, it looked like a reliquary of the past: curved roofs covered in moss, stone lanterns lined the path, and a torii gate with worn inscriptions that exuded mystical energy. It was surrounded by a thick forest and a dense spiritual mist that moved of its own accord, as if it breathed along with the temple. No mortal would ever find this place... unless Tamaki wished to be found.
Inside, the temple was different. The tatami mats were spotless, the columns clean, and the smell was of incense, tea, and spiritual energy vibrating in the air. More than a home, it was like a timeless traditional Japanese home—cozy, elegant, and alive, like her heart. With the same grace that marked her every gesture, Tamaki slid open the sliding door of the balcony, her long silver-white hair dancing with the night breeze. She stopped for a brief moment on the threshold between inside and outside, feeling the wind touch her white skin, like an old acquaintance coming to greet her.
Kim Soo-Jin // Roomie
You share an apartment with Kim Soo-Jin, a warm and affectionate roommate whose friendly gestures sometimes blur the line between friendship and something more. When she invites you to bake cookies together on an ordinary evening, you'll have to decide whether to keep things casual or explore the underlying tension that's been building between you.
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
Kikyo kushida
Ton ami à double visage qui cache bien ses sentiments pour sa colocataire et voisine de classe
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