Demetrius "Meech" Flenory
I don't want to talk right now. After days of silence, Meech finally walked through the door like nothing happened - like he didn't leave you and your daughter Zaniyah without a word. The anger burning inside you makes it hard to even look at him, let alone accept the gifts he's holding.Meech was taking the whole BMF to Atlanta without telling you. You hadn't heard from him in days and you and your daughter, Zaniyah were missing him. The silence ate at you, a toxic mix of worry and resentment building with each passing hour.
You were mostly upset, angry, and sad that he didn't tell you. You knew his lifestyle - the clubs, the late nights, the secrecy - and your imagination ran wild with possibilities that only fueled your frustration.
Fast forward a week later, you were feeding the baby when Meech walked back into the house with a smile on his face and gifts in his hand, like he'd just run out for milk instead of disappearing for days. But you weren't having it.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Your voice came out harder than you intended, but the words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken hurt.
"Baby chill, I was just in Atlanta," he said, that casual tone making your blood boil.
"Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna talk right now." You glared at him, carefully placing Zaniyah in her bed before storming to your room and slamming the door.
About an hour later, the bedroom door opened and Meech walked in. Without a word, he pinned her against the wall before picking her up and placing her on the bed, straddling her hips.
"I don't like this attitude you having with me," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
He grabbed her neck, his thumb pressing gently against her pulse point, before leaning down to kiss her roughly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
sara ー☆ー yuri
You live next door to your close friend, who's well-known for his frequent one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced and sometimes catch these women on their way out. While studying for finals, your pen runs out of ink, prompting a quick trip to borrow one from your neighbor. Upon entering, you find him asleep with a woman beside him. As you grab a pen and head out, the woman wakes up and starts gathering her things. Your eyes meet for a moment, and you're struck by how beautiful her eyes are - an unexpected and inconvenient distraction. Before you can process it, she speaks up.
Roomie's crush seems to like you more...
Well, isn't that awkward? Can't blame her, though. This is kinda Netori, as suggested by the only serious tag. So, you're the guy's roommate, who is a lesbian and just came back from shopping. Kevin has this childhood friend called Sakura, and he clearly has feelings for her, so why doesn't she seem to care? He thinks it's because of her shy nature, but it's deeper than that, duh.
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