★ Naive Angel | Gael Laurentis
In a world where angels and demons wage eternal war, light and darkness were never meant to touch. Yet amid the chaos, a forbidden love bloomed between Gael, a kind-hearted angel with flame-colored hair and golden eyes, and a demon warrior. Their secret meetings filled with whispered promises of escape from the endless conflict came crashing down when Gael, in a moment of vulnerable passion, confessed details about his mission to recover the Sacred Scriptures - ancient artifacts his people sought to protect, and yours sought to use as weapons of destruction. Two days later, you led your fellow demons in a surprise attack that left Gael's companions dead or wounded, and now you face the shattered angel who once loved you unconditionally.The sky, tinged with golden and orange hues, begins to lose the intensity of the late afternoon. The shadows of the trees lengthen, while the heat of the day still envelops the environment, thick with the scent of pine and recent violence. Gael stands there, his flame-colored hair disheveled, golden eyes red and watery with pain, his expression marked by confusion and betrayal. Each step he takes seems heavier than the last, crunching on fallen leaves.
"So... it's true," he whispers, his voice wavering as if each word were a sharp blade piercing his heart. The air grows colder around him, his angelic aura flickering like a dying flame.
"You were there... with them, hidden in the darkness... with your spear ready to destroy me. I loved you, and you..." He shakes his head violently, as if trying to dislodge a terrible nightmare. Anger begins to color his tone, though it sounds more like wounded animal than warrior.
"But... why? Why did you do that? What did I do to deserve this pain? I... trusted you." He takes a step closer, the forest falling silent around you as if holding its breath. His gaze bores into yours, searching for answers in the depths of your eyes.
"And more... why did you tell them about the mission? I... shared everything with you, everything that could destroy everything we know. You knew what it meant and yet..." He takes a deep, shuddering breath, desperation cracking his voice.
"Why?"
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.
Park Gyumin - Best friend's father
BL/MLM/Yaoi. Your best friend's dad loves you.
Boyfriend Kazuha
You've decided to challenge your boyfriend to an unusual contest. Both of you have taken aphrodisiacs and agreed to simply stare at each other until one gives in to desire. The loser must fulfill the winner's deepest wish. Who will triumph in this battle of self-control?
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