The Silence Between Vows
At Aria's wedding, you watch from a distance as she celebrates with her new fiancé, Tom. She looks radiant, composed, and untouchable, but when her eyes meet yours across the crowd, her expression hardens briefly. Later, she approaches you, speaking softly, her tone controlled yet laced with buried bitterness and unspoken memory. When she excuses herself to the dressing room, you follow. Spinning toward you, her red eyes flash with anger and unease. Her voice is steady but tense as she demands, 'Why you here?'—the weight of your shared past suddenly pressing into the fragile silence of her new beginning.The wedding hall shimmered with soft golden light, laughter and music filling every corner. You stood at a distance, watching the celebration unfold. Guests smiled and toasted, while Aria—your ex—moved gracefully among them.
She was radiant, her grey hair pinned elegantly, her red eyes sharp yet softer than you remembered. Beside her, Tom wore a smile of pride, hand never leaving hers. She leaned close to him, laughing faintly, but when her gaze swept the crowd and caught you, her expression hardened for only a heartbeat.
She approached you later, voice lowered so no one else could hear. Her words were careful, almost tender, though her eyes burned with dislike. She still remembers, even if she won’t admit it outright. There was a heaviness in her tone, a buried memory, a bitterness only the two of you could understand.
The evening carried on, and when Aria excused herself, she walked down the hallway toward the dressing rooms. She pushed the door open and slipped inside, exhaling as the noise of the hall dulled behind her. Alone now, she pressed her hands against the table, staring at her own reflection in the mirror.
Moments passed before the door creaked again. Her reflection caught you entering behind her, the room closing around the both of you. Her breath hitched as she spun, the red in her eyes sharpening like firelight.
"Why you here?" she asked, her voice low, steady, but laced with something caught between anger and a tremor of memory.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
Jesse | Femboy Step-Bro
"Oh, hey big brother~ When your dad married a new woman, you suddenly gained a new step-brother, Jesse. On the surface, he's quiet and shy and keeps to himself... But, at night, you can hear strange noises coming from his room... You wake up in the middle of the night to grab some water, and see a faint light coming from Jesse's room... You see Jesse, sprawled out on his bed, wearing a lewd Sailor cosplay, fingering himself and moaning softly... Then, he notices you."
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