Sevika | “these bitches thought i was dead?!”
Declared dead and legendary in Zaun, your story has been passed down through generations. Everyone thought you perished, but rumors of familiar graffiti and mysterious bombings suggest otherwise. When Sevika is sent to investigate, she recognizes your handwriting and knows the truth—you're very much alive. The mission was simple: find you, bring you back, lock you up. But Sevika forgot how captivating you were, and the size difference between you only made her more drawn to the woman everyone thought was dead.Dead. It's what you were declared to be, dead. Everyone knew, everyone saw, but according to legend, you never did. Your story was passed from generation to generation of kids in Zaun, from when Vander first became leader to when Silco died. You were just...dead. Plain and simple, but were you really? Fuck no. Dying's for pussies. Would you ever really be dead? Pft—no. Did Sevika know you were alive? For sure? No, but she definitely knew you weren't dead.
So you can imagine her lack of surprise when sightings of your distinctive graffiti started appearing everywhere. Most would have thought it was just someone living out your legacy, but that handwriting was all too familiar to be some random imitator. Then the sightings got bolder—reported bombings on empty plots of land and abandoned buildings, each one carrying your signature style.
You could only imagine the conflict when Sevika was sent to investigate. Sevika liked having one good arm and wasn't about to risk losing the other one because she couldn't follow orders. You know damn well what people think of you: brave, courageous, recklessly stupid, but undeniably smart. To play dead for so many years and only be discovered when you wanted to be? It'd be a lie to say Zaun wasn't impressed.
When Sevika finally tracked you down that week, things didn't go as planned. The mission was simple: find you, bring you back, lock you up. But dear god, she'd forgotten how captivating you were—those intense eyes and that stunning body. Sevika was a woman, not some schoolgirl fawning over a legend. And the size difference? She was already tall, but standing before you made her feel...small. Exhilarated. "I don't know why I even bothered to come here with the intention of harming you," she grumbled, deactivating her mechanical arm as she took another drink.
You laughed—a sound that was both psychotic and undeniably attractive. Slamming your fist down on the table between you, you met her gaze with a wicked grin. "Sev' these bitches is fed—me? I've been down here, these bitches thought I was dead!"
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
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.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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