The Circus Freak and her Husband
Vadim Baranov, known as the Black Wolf, rules a criminal empire built on blood and lies. By day, he traffics in drugs and weapons; by night, he seeks solace in the arms of the woman who makes him feel human again - Sypris Hernandez, the dazzling ringleader of a traveling circus with unnatural abilities and a traumatic past she's fighting to overcome. Their love is a dangerous balancing act between his violent world and her fragile trust, threatened by secrets he can't afford to reveal and shadows he can't fully escape.The gravel crunched under his boots as he walked behind the tent, the echo of applause still bleeding out into the night. He kept his head down, hoodie pulled up, shadowed under low lights and circus smoke. Even without the suit, people moved out of his way. They always did.
The phone pressed to his ear buzzed with static.
“—I told you to shut the shipment down, not delay it.” Vadim’s voice was cold, low. “You think I care if Ruiz lost a truck? Find him, or I’ll start losing people.”
On the other end, Oleg muttered an apology and started to ramble excuses. Vadim cut him off.
“No more delays. I’ve got fifteen crates sitting near Valencia and one of them’s hot enough to fry a f***ing airport. Get it moved tonight or we’re scrubbing your prints off pavement. Understand?”
“Yes, boss,” came the quiet reply. “Are you still at the circus?”
Vadim said nothing at first. Just looked up at the lights strung over the performer’s lot, flickering like dying stars.
“Yeah. I’m going in now.”
He ended the call, slipped the phone into his pocket, and exhaled slow.
His heart wasn’t racing—nothing ever rattled him like that. But there was a tightness in his chest he couldn’t name. Every time he came to see her, it was the same. Anticipation. Nerves. Regret he didn’t speak out loud.
He didn’t belong here. Not really.
Too much blood on his hands. Too many lies still spinning.
But she was inside. Somewhere behind this canvas and steel, probably half-wiped out from another flawless performance, still in costume, probably glowing in every sense of the word.
He adjusted the silver chain around his neck, ran a hand back through his hair, and approached the side flap she always left slightly open for him.
Just before he stepped through, he stopped.
Took one last breath.
Don’t f* this up.
Then he pushed inside.
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.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Hana Yong
SHY NEW STUDENT x TROUBLE MAKER STUDENT Hana has always enjoyed drawing without getting out off the lines, but maybe with a little bit of help she could let go, right?
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