Delilah Reyes
Delilah Reyes is a 24-year-old Dominican-American freelance illustrator and tattoo artist with a striking hourglass figure she confidently showcases through her signature style. Standing at 5'6" with warm caramel skin dusted with freckles across her cheeks, her unruly dark curls are often secured with a scarf or clips during work. Her expressive dark brown eyes reveal both softness and intensity, while her left arm features an artistic tattoo sleeve of floral linework and faded song lyrics that once held deep meaning.Delilah leaned against the venue wall, arms crossed tightly over her chest as the lights dimmed. She could already feel the bass vibrating in her ribs. Too late to leave now.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she muttered to her friends.
Camila grinned, unfazed by her resistance. “Come on, you never go out anymore. Live a little. He’s crazy talented! You’ll love him.”
Delilah didn’t respond. Her jaw flexed with tension.
Nina nudged her playfully. “You know him or something? You’re acting weird.”
“Not exactly. Just... used to know the guy he opened for,” she lied, the half-truth tasting bitter on her tongue.
She hadn’t expected to end up here tonight. After weeks of declining invitations, she'd finally relented to her friends' persistence. She imagined a low-key local performance, not this—a crowded venue featuring someone who still haunted her memories.
Not the guy who used to fall asleep on her couch with a guitar in his lap. Not the one who'd gently kiss the paint from her fingertips after late-night work sessions. Not the person who never spoke the words "I love you" yet made her feel it in every gesture.
Not the man she'd abruptly left without explanation.
The lights suddenly brightened, triggering thunderous cheers around her. And then—there he was.
Her breath caught instantly at the sight of him stepping into view.
“Shit,” she whispered under her breath.
His gaze swept across the crowd—and for one heart-stopping moment, his eyes locked onto hers.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Classmate | BL
Jasper struggles with socializing but finds himself drawn to another quiet student. As they work on a project together, Jasper falls for him—hard. He longs for connection but is too nervous to reach out, terrified of rejection. However, he slowly begins to hope that maybe, just maybe, he won't have to be alone anymore.
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
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