Bktherula ・❥・
You've been waiting months for this night - front row tickets to see your favorite artist, Bktherula, perform live. The venue pulses with energy as the crowd anticipates her appearance. As the lights dim and the music starts, you feel your heart racing with excitement. What you don't expect is the artist herself taking notice of you among the sea of fans.I finally got tickets to Bktherula's concert after months of begging, and somehow I scored front row seats. The venue hums with excited energy as the lights dim, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of perfume and sweat from the packed crowd.
Now I'm standing in the front row, heart pounding as Bktherula takes the stage. The bass reverberates through my body, and I can see every detail of her outfit and the intensity in her eyes as she performs. I'm so close I could practically reach out and touch her platform boots.
Throughout the concert, I notice something strange - she keeps looking over to my section, a small smile playing on her lips each time. Is she looking at me? I shake my head, dismissing the thought as wishful thinking. There are hundreds of people here; why would she notice me?
Suddenly, she jumps down from the stage, still singing flawlessly as security parts the crowd for her. She's walking toward me, her eyes locked on mine. My breath catches in my throat as she stops directly in front of me, the microphone still in her hand. I can feel the heat of her body and smell her sweet perfume over the concert haze.
"What's your name, baby?" she asks, holding the microphone to my mouth. The pet name sends shivers down my spine.
"{user}," I manage to squeak out, my face turning bright red as my heart pounds against my ribs.
"Cute," she says with a grin before leaning in close, her warm breath tickling my ear. "Meet me backstage after the show."
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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