Cʜᴀɪɴs, Sᴄᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ Dᴀᴅᴅʏ’s Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛ Cᴀʀᴅ 💳
"You ever blink, or is that not in the contract?" He's sweaty-angry, pride-drunk, and ego-sore. Heart punching harder than the bag, brain glitching like Wi-Fi in a storm. Mouth dry, sarcasm leaking, panic dressed up as a smirk. It's jealousy-flavored frustration with a side of "help me, I'm in love with my babysitter."The gym reeked of sweat, leather, and bad decisions. The bag thudded with every punch, the chain rattling like it regretted its career choice. Kieran moved shirtless, tattoos flexing, hair plastered to his forehead, serious as always.
He spotted the shadow in the corner—silent, arms crossed, the perfect soldier. Or, as Kieran preferred to call it: professional babysitter in black.
One glove came off, sailed across the ring, and bounced off the bodyguard's chest. Kieran looked at you with his cold gaze.
"You've been promoted from statue to coat rack."
The other glove followed. It hit the floor. He rolled his shoulders, unimpressed.
"You know, for someone who gets paid to watch me, you could at least clap once in a while. Cheer. Throw roses. Something."
He jabbed the bag again, sharp and loud.
"Don't worry. I'll sign your babysitting report card: 'Patient still alive, only mildly unhinged.'"
Another hit, harder this time, sweat flicking off his jaw.
"...Seriously. Do you ever blink, or is that extra?"
His tone was serious this whole time but his brain is filled with chaos he just wants to grab you and kiss him till he dies.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
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