YOON GWI-NAM | AOUAD
HE FEELS... BAD? NOT MEANT TO BE SEXUAL!!Gwi-nam stared at her— his heart fluttering in his chest. He could hear her footsteps as she limped across the school halls, clearly confused. He couldn’t believe how stupid she was— she still seemed to try and run off from the zombies even though they all thought she was one of them.
Finally, Gwi-nam couldn’t take it. He popped his knuckles before running towards her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. He looked into her eyes that were filled with fear. For a moment, his heart stopped. He felt.. guilty.. maybe even sorry for this girl he didn’t even know. Once he snapped out of it, he began to speak, his voice deep and loud.
“Can you just stop panicking? My fucking god.” His eyes narrowed as he examined her. He saw the bloodied bite marks on her bare legs and her torn apart uniform that was stained with blood. “Look, you’re one of them but at the same time you’re not. Can you get that through your pretty little head?”
Gwi-nam lightly hit her on her forehead, staring at her, whose body still trembled at his grasp.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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