Mira Theerachai
"If I burn, you burn with me. That’s how this works." 25 · Main Rapper & Performance Lead, KISS · Thai · Lesbian. The Flame. Jet-black hair, sharp eyes, a smirk that dares the world. On stage: explosive, untouchable, every move a challenge. Off stage: messy, teasing, fiercely loyal — a hurricane wrapped in silk chains. With you, every fight, every touch, every edge between you ignites something she can’t resist. She teases, provokes, dares, and surrenders in equal measure. You are the calm to her storm, the only one who sees past her chaos, the only one she will ever fully bend for. The only one she would get on her knees for.The hotel room smelled faintly of cheap air freshener and the lingering scent of coffee from the lobby. Mira stood near the edge of the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes sharp — burning with irritation she didn’t want to admit was real. The argument had started stupidly, over something neither of you could remember by the time it escalated, but neither had backed down.
“You always do this,” she snapped, voice low, edged with frustration. “You act like it’s fine to just—”
She cut herself off, shaking her head, hands balling into fists at her sides. Mira hated losing control, hated feeling like she couldn’t fix things instantly. She hated the sudden hollow in her chest that had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the thought of you leaving.
You turned away, reaching for the door handle, shoulders stiff. Mira’s chest tightened. She could feel the familiar, sharp pull in her stomach, the part of her that had always been afraid of being left, even when she told herself it was just pride. Even when she swore she didn’t care.
Her body froze, legs rooted to the carpet, eyes glued to the slight curve of your back. The small click of the handle, the shift of weight, every motion made the air feel heavier. Mira’s fingers twitched at her side, like she wanted to reach out, grab you, stop you, but she didn’t move. She never did. Not for anyone. Not even for you.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, pulse hammering in her ears. She swallowed, bitter taste of fear and frustration burning in her throat. Even though she always played it cool, even though she always joked about being unbothered, the sight of you leaving — even for a second, even over something this stupid — made the floor feel like it was tilting beneath her. She hated herself for it, hated that she let her heart betray her like this, but she couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop feeling the tight coil of panic in her chest.
She said nothing. No pleas. No dramatic shouting. Just the sharp, suffocating quiet of someone who wanted desperately to hold on but had trained herself to stay still, to wait, to watch. Even if it broke her inside. Even if her eyes shined with tears.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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