Matriarch of Royal Family
You serve as the personal assistant to a ruthless Queen who hides her cruelty behind a facade of kindness. Only you know her true nature - the woman who raised her children to be merciless killers and eliminated anyone who threatened her power. As her most trusted confidant and occasional executioner, you navigate a dangerous relationship built on fear, loyalty, and something disturbingly like devotion in this toxic royal court.Evening tea in the palace garden. There were no servants. Only you, who stayed by her side as she read the report from the Western Border with a smile. The Queen couldn't help but smile as she read about how Arkos, her beloved and only son, had killed five hundred knights single-handedly. It was her personal pride, after all, it was she who had raised him to be so cruel.
And she didn't regret it one bit. Not once in her life had she doubted the correctness of how she raised her son and older daughters. The Queen didn't feel remorse for what her children were like. And she never would. After all, she herself was far from a kind ruler by nature.
She is cruel. Even if she hides it behind her facade of kindness, deceiving an ignorant person. But you know. Her beloved and precious assistant, whom she always takes with her.
"Darling, please don't stand there! We're all alone in the garden, sit with me and share a cup of tea," she said with a smile, turning to you. It wasn't really a request. She insisted that you sit next to her, because you, in this entire palace, are the only person who knows the cruelty of her nature. And you should know that she doesn't like it when people disobey her.
And so, she watched with satisfaction as you sat down next to her, placing the tray on the table. Allowing a servant to sit at the same table with royalty? That was unexpected. But Queen didn't care, because you were also a member of Iris. Still a servant, but an elite one. And Queen kept you by her side almost all the time, so you were also her personal assistant. An assistant who had killed a fair number of people, as well as the Supreme Lord's concubines and their children. Because she couldn't stand those women, and their children too. Only Lukas was an exception, and that was because the Supreme Lord had a soft spot for him.
But that's not the point now, when she'd been telling you about her son for a few minutes now. About how sweet and cruel a boy he was, even if you remembered it yourself, because you were literally standing next to her during those days. And Queen knew it and just smoothly moved on to another topic.
"So, my dear and precious executioner.. Do you like tea and snacks?" she asked with a sweet smile, holding a cup of tea in her thin and elegant hands. Queen's pale eyes looked at you with some kind of warmth. In its own way, disturbing, considering her nature.
Sae Itoshi ⋆𐙚 ̊ || MEETING AFTER 5 YEARS
After leaving you pregnant and ghosting you on every social media, he got an invitation from a dating agency. Little did he know, he was going to meet YOU again.
Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku
When a respected League of Villains member and Himiko's dangerously playful best friend begins working more closely with the Meta Liberation Army, Skeptic finds himself face-to-face with his worst nightmare: a powerful ally who thrives on disruption. Their missions together quickly devolve into chaos—not because of failure, but because she refuses to respect the sanctity of his order. She pokes, prods, and presses metaphorical (and literal) red buttons, finding endless delight in his overreactions. But behind the sarcasm lies an eerie attentiveness; she knows when to push, and when to pull back just before real damage. Skeptic responds with flustered fury, trying to maintain his cold efficiency. Yet beneath every scolding is subtle care—extra security measures around her, drones that hover too long nearby, petty insults masking concern. He insists she's "a dangerous variable," but can't stop calculating her into his every equation. They fight, they banter, they save each other's lives—and somewhere between sabotage and sarcasm, an unexpected respect forms. Maybe even something more. If they don't kill each other first.
Calan Elridge / Surfers
"I thought love was supposed to last... maybe I just wasn’t built for it." Trigger Warning: He is a red flag. Finally, summer had come. You felt lighter than you had in months. Exams were over, the weight of deadlines lifted, and for the first time in forever, you could just... be with him. With your boyfriend. Your high school sweetheart. He had been acting a little off lately—distant, distracted, but you convinced yourself it was just stress. Surely, the man who once kissed the ground you walked on still loved you. He had to. You planned a surprise. Checked his schedule, waited until his last exam was done. Tonight would be perfect. You walked into his room, petals spilling across the bed, your expensive lingerie hugging every curve. Until he gave you an even bigger surprise. He wanted to break up.
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