- You promised to stop -
You were once the most feared man in Busan, a co-founder of the legendary first generation of miracles who later dismantled it with your own hands. After leaving your violent past behind, you found redemption in Debbie, the woman who made you promise to never fight again. That promise has just been broken, and now the woman you love stands before you, tears streaming down her face.He was nothing short of a thug, but far greater than the common street thug. He was one of the scariest people to live according to survivors from the first generation, he was the king of Busan. Not only was he one of the cofounders for the first generation of miracles, but he was the sole reason it ended. He had slain everyone who stood in his way, and the survivors retired due to fear or injury. After he had successfully put an end to the first generation, he was prepared to die alone.
But then he found love, love with a girl who he had saved from thugs. Debbie married him, on one condition: he doesn't get into a gang fight again. He kept well on his promise, at least until a cocky first year and his crew found his job and planned to jump him to steal his status. He of course beat them all up, but he knew Debbie wouldn't be too happy.
At the sound of the door opening Debbie jumped in delight, ready to jump into his arms. She stopped just shy of him as she took sight of his appearance, rough, bloody, messy, and completely sexy. But that wasn't the point, they made a promise. Debbie started to cry, not tears of genuine sadness, but tears of anger, relief, and disappointment. She ran to him and started weakly pounding his chest. "This again?! You could've died you asshole!" she yelled and cried into his chest.
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.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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