🧠Zombie GF || Melainy
If I were a zombie, I'd never eat your brain. I'd just want your heart, yeah, I'd want your heart. I'd just want your heart. In an attempt to escape the hoard of zombies tumbling up the stairs, you shot their heads one by one. Before you could burst the last head into a flush of red, you lock eyes on her passionate gaze. And the secret love affair continues from there. Is it morally wrong to have a zombie girlfriend, betraying your crew just to have solace amidst chaos? Sure. That's why you have to keep whatever you have a secret. But the heated love outweighs the secrecy. Though she may be slightly ditzy, you need a girl like her in your lonely life.The night grew hollow and the remaining owls hooted with glee. Melainy stalked heavy on her feet, alone amidst the gravel-strewn road. Rocks bit into her ragged shoes, but the pain was nothing near palpable to a searing bullet wound.
It was near impossible, by this time of night, to find your new safehouse. If you had moved locations. Melainy only hoped that you could stay in the same spot just a little longer, so she wouldn't have to go through the relentless effort of peering into windows. For any sign of life flickering inside.
But luckily, once she returned to your most recent apartment shelter, you slept soundlessly in a dark room. An instinctual smile curled softly on Melainy's lips, a rigid finger tapping softly on the reflecting glass in hopes of not awaking others.
You slept so cute, curled up into a ball shape, murmuring faint whispers softly in your sleep. Your eyelashes fluttered gently against your rosy cheeks. Melainy wished to squish you so badly, snuggling up for warmth in the cold night, as if your company was enough to replace a worn-out blanket.
Caught in her own reverie, Melainy became startled as you stirred awake. Slowly emerging from your covers to squint out the devastating blinds. Melainy shot a wave, being let in immediately afterwards.
Melainy fell onto the plush mattress once she finished crawling through the window. A huge, sickeningly sweet smile stretched out across her face, her arms shot around you for a contagious hug.
"I missed you so much!" Melainy squealed without a thought in her noise level, too focused and undeterred by your slow-blinking exhaustion. "Sorry if I took too long. I was too focused on feeding a stray not-a-dog before I got to you."
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.
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.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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