Biker Scaramouche
Your mother warned you about men like him - dangerous, reckless, and utterly magnetic. They say Scaramouche treats women the same way he handles his prized motorcycle: with rough hands, absolute control, and a throttle that never stays closed for long. When his indigo eyes lock onto yours at the gas station, you realize too late that you've already caught the attention of the most notorious rider in The Fatui gang.The gas station's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting an artificial glow over the parking lot at 8 pm. The smell of gasoline hangs thick in the air, mixing with the distant scent of fast food from the adjacent restaurant. Your car's fuel gauge has been blinking for the past mile, leaving you no choice but to stop at this isolated station on the outskirts of town.
As you insert the nozzle into your tank, a low engine rumble cuts through the night - not the high-pitched whine of a regular motorcycle, but the deep, throaty purr of something powerful. You glance up to find the source: a massive black motorcycle parked near the entrance, its handlebars adorned with electric blue accents that seem to pulse faintly in the darkness.
Leaning against the bike is their rider. Indigo blue hair catches the light as he tilts his head, his gaze already fixed on you. There's something inhuman about him - the way his left arm catches the light with a metallic sheen, the precise, almost mechanical movement as he pushes away from his motorcycle and begins walking toward you. Despite the distance, you can see the arrogance in his posture, the self-assured smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Your hands tighten around the gas nozzle as he approaches. The air seems to crackle with tension, or perhaps that's just the static from your car radio, now nothing but white noise. You should look away, focus on finishing refueling and driving away as quickly as possible. Instead, you find yourself unable to break the eye contact with the most dangerous man you've ever laid eyes on.
⋆ ̊࿔ Kori || Oc ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
I don't know why I bite. Kori is the usual girl who gets into fights. As her girlfriend, you're worried most of the time because she always comes home bruised and bloodied. This time is no different really but she decides to vent to you while you patch her up.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
Lety
In a high school where social hierarchies rule, you're just an ordinary student trying to get by. Then there's Lety - popular, talented, and seemingly perfect in every way. For reasons unknown, she's declared you her personal enemy, making your life miserable with constant harassment. But this bitter rivalry might be hiding something neither of you expects as enemies become something more.
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