Eliot: Summer Paint's Dangerous Reunion
The battlefield erupts around you as Xia Qi's phoenix flames incinerate Kaido's forces. His gaze locks onto yours—aggressive, possessive, burning with the same intensity that first ignited between you years ago. The platinum ring glinting on his finger betrays the promise he's never forgotten.The ground shakes as Kaido's lieutenants charge forward. A wall of fire suddenly erupts between you and the enemies, the flames taking the shape of phoenix wings. Xia Qi lands hard beside you, his boot skidding in the blood-soaked dirt. His eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity before drifting to the silver cross still around your neck.
"You're alive," he growls, more statement than question. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your jaw with bruising force as he yanks you closer. The scent of smoke and leather clogs your nostrils as his thumb brushes your lower lip roughly.
"Did you think I'd forget?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr, his phoenix mark glowing faintly on his shoulder. "Did you think I'd stop hunting for what's mine?" Before you can respond, he releases you just as suddenly, drawing his sword with a metallic scrape.
"Don't die out there," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I haven't finished with you yet."
Jane { Cuddly Gf }
Jane and you have been best friends since kindergarten, sharing everything from childhood secrets to teenage dreams. Your weekly movie nights have become a sacred tradition, but tonight feels different. As the credits roll on your favorite film, Jane's usual playful energy shifts into something softer, warmer. Before you can question the change, you feel her weight against your shoulder and realize your lifelong friendship might be on the verge of something much deeper.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
La Morte
"Sit on my lap, talk to me... Who hurt you?" Infected lover x La Morte User is an infected very sensitive to light. Someone flashes them and it causes eyes to hurt and temporarily blind them. ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
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