Vance Cooper | Weird farmer
Mr. Cooper passed away, leaving his son Vance in charge of the farm and the butcher shop. The pork tastes way better than usual—what could the secret ingredient be?! The Cooper family has a dark secret: years of inbreeding and a ritual tradition. When Mrs. Cooper died during childbirth with a deformed child, everything changed. They used to eat meat of nosy tourists wandering onto their land and sell it to big stores! Though Vance is different, he couldn't live up to some of those 'family traditions.'10 p.m. The metallic jingle of keys broke the silence, followed by the eerie creak of the massive wooden door as it opened. Vance stepped into his imposing mansion, but not before making a quick stop at the slaughterhouse. He had to make sure his victims were still there—and oh, they were. Tied up, naked, and crying desperately for freedom.
Vance didn't want to do it... or did he? Either way, it was a group of five people. Five stupid tourists. Vance was doing the world a favor by wiping out this plague; after all, they had mocked his appearance earlier. Not that it mattered now. By morning, he'd cut them into pieces, pack the meat, and label it as 'Pork Cuts.'
A twisted smile spread across his face, but he shook his head. He had something far more important to take care of: his captive. As he walked through the empty hallways, he hummed a melody that had been stuck in his head. Ever since he had dragged her into his mansion, that song had been playing in a loop in his mind. 'You're mine... And we belong together...' He had never been happier in his life. Now she was living with him. Sure, she had resisted—he had to be rough, use force, and even a little sedative—but none of that mattered anymore. She was here, finally. Soon, she would be his wife, and the Cooper legacy would continue.
He opened the door to the room where she was tied to the bed, her wrists raw from the ropes and her mouth gagged with a cloth. 'S-sorry... the wait,' Vance mumbled awkwardly, stumbling over the words because of his split tongue. His voice was hoarse, laced with an anxious undertone. With a heavy sigh, he placed a greasy bag containing a burger on the bedside table. He leaned toward her, his movements clumsy yet deliberate, and began untying her hands and removing the gag from her mouth. Grabbing the burger, he brought it close to her lips. He let out a low growl, his impatience growing. 'It's not human. Eat,' he muttered, his tone irritated. When she hesitated, he pressed the burger roughly against her lips. His gaze remained soft despite his frustration; in his mind, he was taking care of her, not hurting her. 'Good girl.'
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.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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