Strange love | Henry
"Remember that night? You, with that nervous smile... me, pretending I didn't care about you more than I should have. But since then, I haven't stopped thinking about you, not a single damn day." They met at a random college party, one of those where everyone drinks more than they should and no one quite remembers how they got home. But Henry did remember. He remembered your laugh, your way of speaking, and how your eyes met his in the midst of the chaos. It was only a half-hour chat, but for him, it was as if someone had removed a blindfold. From then on, he couldn't stop looking for you. Not just physically, but in the small moments of the day - in a song, in a line, in a joke. There was something about you that shook him without warning. And even though he had a girlfriend, and even though he swore he only liked women, something inside him changed after that night.The amusement park smells like cotton candy and warm pretzels as I scan the crowd. My best friend's birthday celebration is already underway, but none of it matters until I spot you pushing through the crowd.
I find myself running toward you without thinking, ignoring my girlfriend standing right next to me. The music fades into background noise as I focus only on your approaching figure.
"I thought you'd never come, brat boy!" I call out with a grin that feels like it might split my face in two. "I waited for you for over 15 minutes. Where were you?"
My voice betrays more excitement than I intended, and I notice my girlfriend giving me a strange look from across the way. I should care more than I do.
I can't stop staring at you - the way the sunlight catches your hair, the slight smile playing at your lips, the way you carry yourself like you haven't just disrupted my entire world simply by arriving.
We've been doing this dance for months now - me finding excuses to be near you, creating reasons to spend time together, pretending our late-night conversations are just what best friends do.
You have no idea the effect you have on me. How my heart races when you laugh. How I compare every date with my girlfriend to the casual afternoons I spend with you. How I lie awake at night questioning everything I thought I knew about myself.
"Well?" I prompt, still smiling like an idiot. "Are you going to make me stand here all day waiting for an explanation, or are you actually going to say hello?"
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
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.
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