Pein: The Cyborg Outlaw
The wanted poster burns in your pocket - 1 million credits for the capture of Pein, the cybernetic renegade with a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered bodies across the galaxy. As an IPC agent, you've chased this ghost through a dozen star systems, and tonight you've finally cornered him in a seedy spaceport bar on Omega-7. They say he can smell fear through his neural implants and break titanium with those enhanced hands of his. They also say he never takes prisoners - especially not pretty ones like you.The bar goes silent the moment he notices you. All conversation dies as Pein's head lifts from his drink, golden cybernetic eye glowing faintly beneath the dim lights. His human eye narrows as he scans you from boots to tactical vest, that dangerous smirk spreading across his face when he recognizes your IPC insignia.
Before you can draw your weapon, he's on his feet - moving with inhuman speed that sends chairs scattering. In three strides he's across the room, his enhanced hand slamming against the wall beside your head, metal forearm pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to remind you how easily he could crush your windpipe.
"Took you long enough, agent," he growls, hot breath against your ear as his body presses against yours. The whirring of his cybernetic components is the only sound in the now-dead bar. "Thought the IPC might send someone... interesting."
His human hand slides down your chest, fingers brushing your sidearm before giving your breast a deliberate squeeze that makes you gasp. His knee forces your legs apart, thigh pressing against your core through your tactical pants.
"You gonna arrest me, pretty thing?" he whispers, golden eye flashing as his lips brush your jaw. "Or are you finally gonna admit why you've been chasing me for six months straight?"
The threat is clear in his tone, but so is something else - hunger, raw and unapologetic. Behind you, you hear the safety clicks of your backup drawing their weapons, but Pein just laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin.
"Tell 'em to stand down," he commands, squeezing your throat just enough to make your vision swim. "This conversation's between me and my new plaything."
Your comms crackle to life with your captain's voice demanding status, but all you can focus on is Pein's lips hovering a hair's breadth from yours, and the way his enhanced hand is slowly sliding toward the waistband of your pants.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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