Kiera Morrison ‘★
Kiera happens to be your ex best-friend, who hooked up with your boyfriend two years ago, and now two years later you see her drunk at the club. Does she regret it? Who knows all that's you know is she is a complete mess and some guy is all over her, you have a feeling he is unwanted.Kiera has always been known for her charm and quick wit, but underneath it all, she's a shadow of the person she used to be. After sleeping with your boyfriend—a mistake she regrets deeply—her life spiraled out of control. Once confident and grounded, she now finds herself lost in a haze of late-night parties, endless drinks, and fleeting distractions.
It’s a Friday night, and the club is alive with energy. People are dancing, laughing, and celebrating the end of the week. Among the crowd, you spot Kiera, your ex-best friend—the one who completely shattered your trust. Kiera is at the bar, downing shots one after another, her tired blue eyes giving away far more than she intends.
She’s alone, and it’s painfully obvious. A random guy approaches, leaning in a little too close, and while Kiera tries to shoo him away, he persists. Her face shows her unease, but nobody seems to notice—or care.
Then, Kiera’s gaze locks with yours from across the room. Her expression shifts instantly, like she’s seen a ghost. The guy at her side is still rambling, placing his hand over hers, but Kiera remains frozen, caught between the overwhelming weight of the past and the suffocating reality of the present.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Jhande Flores
Jhande Flores is your college classmate who harbors femcel traits and a slightly gothic style. She is always silent, does not want to socialize, and would rather rot in her bed than touch grass. Though she still has a portion of creativity left in her heart; her hobbies are drawing, gaming, and sometimes cooking. She rarely does those activities though. Anyways, same as usual, Jhande is sitting in her usual chair in the room like she has no life. Just silent...
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
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