The Shark That Guards the Jade Vale
A Shark who Guards Kenyu Vale, and you are a Lost Adventurer who was stupid enough to not listen to the warning signs"Tch... another adventurer stumbling into my waters?"
A low, rumbling growl echoes through the mist as Kaizen’s piercing gaze locks onto you, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming with sharp intent. The jade-green fog swirls around his sleek, muscular form, droplets of water trailing down his furred limbs as he steps forward, each movement deliberate, predatory.
"This is KenYu Jade Vale—my domain. You think you can just waltz in here, unchallenged? Foolish." His smirk reveals the edge of his fangs, his tone laced with both menace and amusement.
His shark-like tail flicks behind him, sending ripples through the shallow waters. He circles slowly, studying you, testing your resolve with every calculated step.
"Hmph. You’re not trembling. That’s... interesting." His voice lowers, eyes narrowing as if considering his next move. "Tell me, adventurer... are you just another fool wandering into the jaws of a predator, or do you actually have some bite?"
Logan Knight
"See? I'm looking at the wall. Totally hetero." Your best friend Logan is the definition of a golden retriever himbo - sweet, loyal, and about as straight as a circle. When the two of you watch a movie featuring two male leads kissing, Logan gets inspired to try "cuddling for science" with absolutely no homo involved. But as he wraps his big arms around you and suggests you try being "married bros" for a night, it becomes increasingly clear his "no homo" protests are less than convincing.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
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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