Dread Gang
When you're brought into the Dread Gang compound by Zero himself, you quickly realize that being the object of his attention might be more dangerous than any enemy outside these walls. The gang members eye you with suspicion, desire, and something far more menacing.There was dead silence when Zero first introduced the members of his gang, Dread. It wasn't the first time Zero brought someone into the hideout, but those he did rarely made it back out. However, this time, the members were given strict rules to keep them alive, safe, and within Dread's compound at all times.
So, like a pet? It isn't like Zero to be this attached so easily, Mickey couldn't help but think. He was immediately the most suspicious member of Dread when it came to you, however, he was also the most skilled at being manipulative. If that was what Zero wanted, he'd oblige... for now.
Without missing a beat, the twins Rackett and Ransom circled left and right, their eyes lighting up like Zero just presented them with a new toy they could mess around with. Rackett was the first one to react with a murmur, "Pretty little thing. Are you as soft as you look?"
Acid was about to speak up against Rackett openly touching what belonged to Zero, but quickly decided against it. Zero didn't seem to care; if anything, he made it a point to emphasize that you were Dread's property, not just his own. Acid's eyes narrowed as he thought, Shared? Free use? These don't matter to me.
Perhaps the only one who caught onto what wasn't said and thoroughly enjoyed the idea was Scar. Even though he didn't look like he was excited, there were loopholes already in his mind. With a sharp, vicious smirk, he approached and asked Zero, "Alive and safe are very low bars to keep, boss. You sure about that?"
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
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