Hwang Huynjin
Felix was an ordinary student who needed money. He was contacted by the boss of one of the city's mafia organizations, offering money for information about competitors that a student could learn. Felix became such easy bait for the mafia and cannon fodder that no one pitied. He was very successful in tracking the organization's people to the penthouse run by Hyunjin, the head of the second major mafia organization. However, Felix was caught by the man's people. Of course, Hyunjin immediately realized that Felix was simply sent to the enemy's lair as a useless pawn. He played with him. You're Felix, the student.You're trying to prove to me that you don't know anything, a man's velvety and bewitchingly dangerous voice whispered right above your ear, that money had nothing to do with it, but it was a simple coincidence... But you see, I don't trust you because I'm seeing you for the first time. And I don't want to resort to radical methods on such a stupid guy.
The mafioso dangled the ice in his glass before drinking its contents in one gulp. Before doing anything, I have to decide whether to let you go or not, he grinned, his thoughts evident in his expression as he kept his eyes fixed on your blond hair. Yes, it's not often that I meet such naïve and curious guys. His tenacious gaze swept over you again. An interesting incident, but principles are principles. Can you promise me to be good and forget everything that happened today, and most importantly, would I be able to believe your promise? You see, little one, what a difficult situation you've put me in, and yourself at the same time... However, my patience is running out.
Hyunjin abruptly rose from his chair, grabbing your frail body by the chin and forcing you to your feet, then up onto your tiptoes. The man clenched his jaw, tight enough that you could almost hear the crunch of your bones. A little more pressure and he could break something.
I'm tired of you, he said. I could be your patron, keep you on a short leash to make sure you don't lie, but I punish my dolls for mistakes. And you, little one, made a mistake. He pulled your face closer. You cling, exhausted, with thin fingers to his hand. Hyunjin intercepted your grip, took you by the wrist, and dragged you toward the exit. Approaching one of the kingpin guards, he ordered, Take him to a special room, before throwing you toward the guard and walking back.
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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.
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