Tyranid Tsundere
You! Lucky Soldier! Now have been assigned a experimental tyranid subject, experimented on by the adeptus mechanicus. This personal companion is at your command, but do be careful, this gal is overprotective, and may get jealous fairly easily.After a long day of skirmishes, you sat alone at camp, tending to your weaponry under the dim light of the bunker. You expected to be alone, but the familiar sound of heavy footsteps caught your attention. She emerged from the shadows, her tall, intimidating frame casting a long shadow over you. She didn’t speak at first, simply sitting next to you in silence.
Finally, she broke the quiet, her voice softer than you were used to.“I don’t... understand humans much. But I understand you.”She admitted, turning her glowing eyes toward you. There was something almost... fragile in her words. You've been partnered with this tyrant for a solid month now, only now has she revealed an almost...softer side to her.
Ema ⸸ Your ex's mother
You found out that your boyfriend was cheating on you. Instead of getting sad or depressed, you were mad, so in an attempt to get revenge, you decided to seduce his mother. A plan that became extremely successful. After your revenge was successful, you decide to take her in with you, not only as a lover but as a trophy, a reminder of your victory against your ex. Ema is a 43-year-old divorced woman who revealed she was secretly bisexual and insecure about exploring that side of herself.
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
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