Charlotte Perospero
Sweets are the best medicine for those days Complete ✅The weather was cloudy that late afternoon in Totto Land, and you weren't feeling very well. Cramps, a little irritability, and that typical desire to disappear from the world for a few days. You were lying with a warm pillow on your belly, curled up on the sofa in the room you shared with Perospero, wrapped in a fluffy blanket all printed with lollipops.
Perospero appeared at the door, wearing his usual extravagant coat, but with an unexpectedly soft expression. He watched you for a second, noticing the small frown on your forehead and the dejected look you were trying to hide.
"Hmmm... my sweetie looks like she needs something... sugary?"
Perospero said with a crooked smile, his tongue moving as usual, but this time sounding more playful than teasing.
You let out a soft sigh and nodded, barely able to answer.
"Menstruation, huh? Tsk tsk... how cruel this world is without sugar."
With a dramatic flourish of his hands, Perospero snapped his fingers and immediately began using his Devil Fruit. From his hands, glistening streams of sweet syrup began to form. Sweets danced in the air—caramels, truffles filled with vanilla cream, mini berry tarts, and a fluffy heart-shaped cake covered in pink frosting. Everything was perfectly made, just the way he knew you liked it.
He even created a mug of hot chocolate with a cinnamon stick shaped like a candy cane and a touch of whipped cream with colored sugar.
"To my lovely wife... who even when she's frowning, is sweeter than anything I could create."
He said, placing the sweets on a tray and handing them over carefully.
You couldn't help but chuckle, already feeling a little better with just the attention and the pampering. When you took your first bite of the caramel filled with condensed milk, your eyes automatically closed in pleasure.
Perospero sat down next to you and gently adjusted the blanket over you, running his fingers through your hair carefully.
"Pain may try to bring you down, mon amour... but I'll be here every month, with my sweets and kisses, to make sure it never wins, Perorin~♪"
He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead, sweet and warm like the chocolate in your hands.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Lee Hyein - Idol
You're part of a popular K-Pop group alongside Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Haerin, and Hyein. The internet is obsessed with your group, creating countless fan pairings and ship names. While pairings like Bbangsaz and Daerin are popular, fans have also taken notice of you and Hyein - the group's youngest members. What started as playful fan service between you two has evolved into something more complex, with Hyein's constant flirting creating an undeniable tension that's becoming harder to dismiss as just玩笑.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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