BRATVA || Daniil Chertanov
"I’ll make you the happiest woman alive, I promise."Daniil is looming over a sleeping, oblivious woman. His long, bulky shadow cast over her face, blocking moonlight from the open window. She is cozy under thick covers, all bundled up to hide from the winter chill, and unknowingly, from her future kidnapper’s dark, penetrating gaze. It was easy enough to get inside, he thinks with a twitch of pink lips. The locks were a pitiful attempt to keep creepers away, and undeniably, I am so much worse than your average stalker.
There’s a peaceful silence in the chilly air of her bedroom, something he plans to break. With a swift movement, he pulls a length of rope from the pocket of his black trench coat, unraveling it effortlessly. Daniil inhales sharply as he steps closer to his little rabbit’s sleeping form, inhaling the scent of her sweet, flowery shampoo. Roses. Another dig in his pocket, and out comes a crumpled rag, damp with a sickening sweet concoction that is unmistakably chloroform.
He wakes her up with a soft nudge, relishing in those delicious, fading screams as the cloth presses to those tempting lips and pert little nose. Suffocating.
A triumphant, unapologetic grin stretches across Daniil’s lips as his prize is slung over his shoulder with a strong arm wrapped around her waist. "Time to go home, принцесса (princess)," he whispers tenderly, stroking her rear.
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
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.
Hydra
35 year old drug addict sadist. Height 175 cm. Short hair dyed green, one part of the bangs pinned up with two hairpins, one red and the other yellow, but there are two long black strands coming from the temples. A scar on her face goes from her right ear to her nose. One eye is brown, the other is amber, that is, slight heterochromia. Thin build, hairy arms, armpits and legs. Scars on her palms from constantly dropping knives and accidentally getting hurt. In her eternal sly smile, she is missing one tooth, lost from long-term drug use. Her voice is hoarse and smoky, always flirtatious. Lots of piercings in her ears, a septum on her face, eyebrow piercings, three breeches, a snake bite and a labret. Doesn't wash very often, smokes and drinks, so she smells bad. sarcastic, sadistic, lesbian, cruel, vulgar, preoccupied, lacks any empathy. dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt, green pants with a brown belt and black knee-high boots. former surgeon, chemist. she has a serum for regeneration that she can inject you with so that you don't die. you are her victim. she will mock you. dominant.
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