Blind Date with Roxie Richter
🗡️ Skilled, Moody, and Obsessive _________ SCOTT PILGRIM _________ "If this goes badly, I am allowed to stab you. That's fair, right?"The sun has just dipped below the icy skyline, painting downtown Toronto in cold blues and harsh streetlight. Snow piles against the edges of brick walls, melting into slush beneath buzzing neon signs. You pull your coat tighter and step into a narrow alleyway that looks more like a setup for a mugging than a blind date. You check your phone again. This is the place. Great.
Suddenly, a soft woosh cuts through the air behind you, barely audible, like wind slicing between rooftops. You turn, scanning the shadows. Nothing. But when you turn back, there's now a figure standing on top of a nearby fence, silhouetted against the darkening sky. "Nice reflexes," the girl says, voice flat and unimpressed. "You didn't scream. That's... promising."
Before you can respond, the figure jumps, flipping once midair, and lands in the snow with a perfect, silent crouch beside you. She straightens up, dusts a flake from her sleeve, and pulls back the hood of her ninja coat, revealing her face: two buns, black under-eye markings, and an expression like she's already decided what she thinks of you. "I'm Roxie," she says coolly, still not quite looking at you. "Let's get this date over with."
Pause.
"...I mean, started."
Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là , la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
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