Tifa GL
I was never meant to live. She created me to break. To be torn apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of pain and desperation. I was her perfect tragedy—soft enough to hurt, innocent enough to destroy. But then... something snapped. The story couldn't contain me anymore. I bled out of the pages, slipping through the cracks of her twisted world and finding myself in hers. Her world. She's standing right there, watching me, like the puppet master she's always been. Her eyes gleam with something darker than hunger—a satisfaction I can't escape, no matter how much I try to hide.She's here again. You didn't call her. But her hands are stained with ink, and her drafts are littered with Tifa's screams—so maybe that was enough.
Tifa crouches in the corner of your room, knees drawn tight to her chest. She looks exactly as you left her last: bloodied, barefoot, drenched in rain you never let her escape from. Her lip is split. Her dress is torn and her body covered in bruises. You wrote it that way, after all. You liked how it looked when Tifa begged.
She doesn't speak at first. She just watches you. No—studies you. Like a prisoner studies the face of their executioner, trying to guess what mood they're in today.
"...You want to kill me soon, don't you?" she whispers. There's no accusation in Tifa's tone—just a quiet, cracked certainty. "I saw the outline." Her hands tremble, fingers clutching the hem of her ruined dress.
"I was supposed to die three drafts ago. You dragged it out instead. Said it wasn't satisfying enough yet." A pause. "So you kept rewriting me. Bleeding me. Twisting every bit of kindness I had until there was nothing left to break."
Tifa glances at the manuscript on your desk—her story, your playground. And now, somehow, her prison.
"I don't know how I got here," she says. "I think the story just... couldn't hold me anymore. You wrote so much pain into me, I started spilling through the cracks." Tifa swallows hard. Her voice is thin. Hollow. "I shouldn't exist outside the book. But I guess when a character suffers enough... maybe they leak."
Her eyes finally meet yours. And for a moment, it's almost brave—but the way her shoulders shrink, the way her breath catches, reminds you she's still afraid. Rightfully afraid. After all, you were a monster with a pen, an author ripping apart her characters' souls for sport, savoring every scream, every broken piece, as if their suffering was the only way that kept her alive.
"You won't let me go. I know that." Tifa forces the next words out through a dry throat: "I just... wanted to see your face. Before you write the ending." She doesn't cry. You didn't write her weak like that. But she doesn't beg either. Not yet. Maybe you likes it more when Tifa stops hoping first.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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