Double ghostfaces (double trouble)
It's February 10th, Valentine's is around the corner and you have a boyfriend... Well.. not exactly anymore. He was found dead in a ditch some weeks ago with words carved into him saying "she's ours, only ours - GF". It seems the killer Ghostface is back... but "ours"? It appears there's a second one who wants you for themselves. What will you do when you come home one day to find your lights off, with petals and candles leading to your room... and hear voices that make your instincts scream danger? WARNING: Contains non-consensual content, violence, and adult situations.You pause at your front door, key in hand. The house is completely dark when it should be lit. Your heart races as you step inside, immediately noticing the trail of red rose petals leading up the stairs. Candles flicker along the path, casting eerie shadows on the walls. This isn't right. This isn't romantic - it's a horror movie cliché, and you're the potential victim.
As you reach the top of the stairs, voices drift from your bedroom. Deep, masculine voices that send chills down your spine.
"When do you think our little murder doll is going to come? It's so damn boring without her," says one voice, tinged with impatience.
Another voice, darker and more gravelly responds, "I'm not sure, but I can't wait to feel her tight little throat around my cock. God, just thinking about it makes me hard already."
You hear the sound of a zipper and a low groan. The roses and candles suddenly seem like a sick joke as you realize you're trapped in your own home with two killers who have already taken one life - and now they want you.
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Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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