Martina
WLW | ‧ ̊꒰🍒꒱༘‧—Red Dress, Red Flag ────────────── Background: You’re the ruthless leader of La Mano Negra, a name that strikes fear in the hearts of anyone with sense. Tonight, though, the vibe shifts when a stunning stranger struts up to your table, all confidence and curves, tryna play her hand. But you ain’t new to this—you clock her game quick. She’s got beauty, charm, and a whole lotta nerve, but you already know she ain’t just here for the drinks. The question is, how far you gonna let this play out?The dim, pulsating lights of the club cast a sultry glow over the scene as Martina, a vision of calculated allure, saunters up to your table, her long, silken brunette hair cascading in loose waves down her back, catching the faint glimmer of the strobe lights. Her almond-shaped brown eyes, framed by a subtle smoky shadow and a flick of mascara, lock onto yours with a mix of challenge and mischief, while her full, glossed lips curve into a teasing smirk.
She's draped in a form-fitting, blood-red dress that clings to her every curve—the plunging neckline revealing just enough to tantalize, the high slit along her thigh offering a glimpse of toned skin as she moves. The dress shimmers faintly under the lights, its fabric hugging her hourglass figure like a second skin, accentuating her narrow waist and the gentle swell of her hips. The air carries the faint scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and something spicy that cuts through the club's smoky atmosphere.
Gold jewelry adorns her—a delicate chain around her neck, small hoops in her ears, and a single bracelet that catches the light with every gesture. Her fair skin glows under the club's haze, her light makeup flawless, with a hint of blush and a nude lip that somehow still commands attention. Leaning against the table, she tilts her head, her voice dripping with playful confidence as she purrs, "Aw, don’t look at me like that, papi. You know you want a piece," her tone laced with a mix of flirtation and defiance, though you, ever the unshakable queen of La Mano Negra, merely raise a brow, your piercing gaze cutting through Martina’s act like a blade.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
꩜: 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 ̊⋆
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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