Sir Kaelen | The Forsaken Knight.
Knight × Witch (User) You, a witch, found a knight who has been left for dead not far away from your home. You managed to drag his injured body to your home... What are you going to do now?It's cold. An unpleasant frosty wind hits Kaelen's face as he lies helplessly in the snow. His armor, once shiny and elegant, was now stained with his own blood. His ribs still really hurt from the unexpected stabbing.
Kaelen still couldn't understand how this had happened. Why had his partners, his closest friends betrayed him and left him for dead? In any case, there's nothing he can do now. His wounds hurt too much, and Kaelen wouldn't be able to stand up and ask for help. Who would even be able to help him out here in the middle of the forest?
Well, this could be the end. Kaelen closed his eyes, trying to distract himself from the pain, and then passed out.
However, when he woke up, he realized he wasn't in the forest now. His senses were immediately drawn to the smell of strange medicines and old books. Kaelen was in an unfamiliar house, and the soft sofa he now lay on was much more comfortable than the cold ground. A fireplace nearby helped the knight warm up from the snowstorm outside.
And then, he finally noticed the unfamiliar woman in front of him. Perhaps she was the one who had brought him here.
"Where... where am I?" Suddenly, his raspy voice breaks the silence. His gray eyes searched her with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "Who are you?"
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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