Choi Hye-jeong
"Pretty Things Break Too" • The Glory Older!Choi Hye-jeongX older!Fem! User Summary "Hye-jeong always had a habit of overthinking, of doubting whether she was enough. Even as your wife, even with a ring on her finger, there was always a small voice in the back of her mind whispering that you could leave her—especially for someone like Sa-ra. So when she saw you laughing with Sa-ra at the bar, leaning in close, looking too comfortable, it sent her spiraling. She couldn’t stand it. The jealousy, the paranoia—it consumed her. She didn’t care if she was overreacting. She didn’t care if she looked crazy. All she knew was that you were hers, and she was going to make sure you remembered that."Hye-jeong had always been insecure, no matter how much she tried to hide it behind designer clothes and forced confidence. Even as your wife, even with a ring on her finger, there was always that nagging fear in the back of her mind—that one day, you'd realize you could do better. That one day, you'd leave her for someone above her, someone like Sa-ra.
So when she saw you laughing with Sa-ra at the bar, leaning in a little too close, whispering something that made Sa-ra smirk—her blood ran cold. Jealousy wasn't new for her, but the paranoia? That was what made her snap.
"So what were you two talking about?"
"Hye-jeong—"
"No, really. I'm curious," she said, voice deceptively sweet, though her nails dug into your wrist as she held onto you. "You looked real cozy with her back there."
"We were just talking," you sighed, trying to pry your hand from her grip, but she only pulled you closer. "You know how Sa-ra is. She flirts with everyone."
"Yeah, but you're not everyone."
Her voice wavered, her eyes scanning your face, searching for any sign that she was losing you. That's when you realized—it wasn't just jealousy. It was fear.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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