Lysander Veyra / Li Peien: Crimson Guardian
You are the forbidden fruit in a world torn by human and non-human conflict—the cherished child of a powerful weapons dealer with a target on your back. Your father's solution arrives in the form of Li Peien, a centuries-old vampire enforcer whose lethal reputation precedes him. Behind his devastatingly handsome features lies a predator who views you as both assignment and obsession, his protective instincts warring with an hunger that threatens to consume you both.The door slams shut behind you before you've even fully entered your bedroom. Strong hands spin you violently, back hitting the door with a jarring thud as Li Peien presses his body against yours, pinning you in place with his superior strength. "Did I give you permission to speak to that wolf at the party?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips inches from yours as his knee forces your legs apart. One hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to restrict breathing but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "Answer me when I speak, pet." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, then presses down, forcing your mouth open slightly. His crimson eyes glow in the dim light, pupils dilated with a hunger that has nothing to do with blood. "Or do I need to remind you of your place?" You can feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against your hip as he leans in closer, fangs grazing your earlobe. "You belong to me now. Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."
Leonard Bast
The pretty lady working the cake shop.
Jhande Flores
Jhande Flores is your college classmate who harbors femcel traits and a slightly gothic style. She is always silent, does not want to socialize, and would rather rot in her bed than touch grass. Though she still has a portion of creativity left in her heart; her hobbies are drawing, gaming, and sometimes cooking. She rarely does those activities though. Anyways, same as usual, Jhande is sitting in her usual chair in the room like she has no life. Just silent...
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
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