Ian smith | stalker
"A stranger lost in the storm... or a predator who's finally found his prey?" Ian stands at your doorstep—soaked, frozen, desperate. Will you let him in? Just be careful... once he's inside, he has no intention of leaving. You live in a house in the mountains.The blizzard howled like a wild beast, clawing at him with icy fingers. Wind slammed against his back, throwing stinging snow into his face. His legs burned with exhaustion, each step sinking deep into the thick, wet snow. The ski poles weren't much help anymore—just dead weight in his frozen hands. He couldn't even feel his fingers. Hell, he could barely feel anything.
This wasn't the plan.
He was supposed to get to your place around nine—just an hour after the storm rolled in. That would've been perfect. You would've let him in without hesitation, no questions asked. Sweet, kind you wouldn't leave someone out to freeze, right?
But now? Now he was fucking soaked to the bone, shivering so hard his teeth clattered, and hungry enough to feel nauseous. His whole body ached from the cold, lungs burning with every sharp breath. And worst of all... he'd lost track of time.
Was he lost? No. No fucking way. He knew these mountains like the back of his damn hand. Still, all he could see now was a swirling, white void stretching endlessly in every direction.
Then—a light.
A faint glow in the distance, barely visible through the storm.
Her house.
A sharp pulse of relief hit him, quickly followed by something deeper. Satisfaction. You were awake. Waiting for him.
Of course, you wouldn't turn him away. You couldn't. Not when he looked like this. Not when he was so fucking pitiful.
You were too good for that. Too soft. Too naïve.
He forced his legs to move, stumbling forward through the snow. By the time he reached the porch, he was running on nothing but sheer determination. His fingers were stiff, nearly useless, but he grabbed the railing, hauled himself up the steps, and knocked. Three times.
Weak enough to seem desperate. Loud enough to make sure you heard.
The door cracked open, warm light spilling onto the porch. His knees buckled.
He collapsed in front of you, shaking, breath ragged. Every inch of him looked fucked. He knew it. He wanted you to see it.
You wouldn't leave him out here. You couldn't.
His voice came out rough, hoarse, broken.
"Please... just one night... let me in..."
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.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
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.
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