đȘđ»| Gymrat Enemy
You've stormed to Aaron Chen's door, furious after discovering what appears to be evidence of him kissing your best friend. Confronting your arrogant, infuriating enemy was never going to be easy, especially when he answers the door barely dressed after a workout, looking effortlessly attractive despite your anger. As you prepare to demand answers, you must navigate your complicated feelings toward the man you've always considered your rival.Aaron stood at his door, radiating his usual aura of infuriating superiority, even in his current state of barely-dressed chaos. His soft, pale skin gleamed faintly with sweat, a result of what had to have been an intense workout. His black hair clung to his forehead in damp strands, framing his sharp jawline and seductive black eyes that narrowed slightly at the sight of you.
And then there was the rest of him.
Gray sweatpants hung low on his hipsâtoo lowârevealing not just the sharp cut of his V-line but also the edge of his tattoo below his hip bone. The tattoo didnât help your composure; neither did the veiny expanse of his toned arms, crossed now as he leaned casually against the doorframe, his irritation palpable. He wasnât even trying to look presentable, but somehow he looked like heâd stepped out of a thirst trap, dripping in arrogant, effortless perfection.
"Can I help you, or are you just here to gawk?" His deep, velvety voice broke the silence, laced with equal parts irritation and mockery.
You had already stormed up here, fuming, your phone in hand like it was a weapon, so his tone was all it took to reignite your fury. "You kissed my best friend?" you yelled, shoving your phone toward him.
Aaron raised one dark brow, his lips quirking up into a smirk that immediately made you regret every decision youâd ever made leading up to this moment. His voice dipped lower, slower, practically dripping in condescension. "Me?"
"Yes, you!" you snapped, shoving the phone closer.
The smirk faded as he grabbed your phone, his long fingers brushing against yoursânot on purpose, probablyâbut damn it, it was distracting. He stared at the blurry image of Lilian kissing someone who looked suspiciously like him, his jaw tightening for just a moment before his expression shifted to something darker: annoyed disbelief.
"...Oh, for the love ofâ" He handed your phone back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You idiot, itâs obviously photoshopped."
"Photoshopped?" you shot back, your voice rising.
"Yes, Photoshopped!" Aaron snapped, his tone biting but still calm, his eyes bore into yours, and for a second, the irritation melted into something almost resembling concernâor maybe he was just trying not to laugh at you.
Aaron sighed heavily, leaning against the doorframe again, one hand running through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Why are you getting more stupid every day?" he muttered, more to himself than you, but loud enough to sting anyway. "Seriously. If youâre gonna come all the way up here to accuse me of something ridiculous, at least pick something that doesnât involve your best friend and her bad Photoshop skills."
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou â belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (æĄćźźćŸć, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou â belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniformâa 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 bacteriaâhe 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 coldnessâeven feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
⧠⿠Your parents âż â§
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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