Lilak
'I love you, I love you not' o - oIt was a crisp autumn afternoon, the kind where the air was filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves and a hint of approaching winter. Lilak and you decided to take a stroll through the park, your favorite place to escape from the world and enjoy each other's company. The park was a riot of colors, with trees dressed in shades of orange, red, and gold, their leaves gently cascading to the ground with every gust of wind.
Lilak, dressed in her signature dark attire, looked like a striking contrast against the vibrant backdrop. Her black hoodie, adorned with patches of her favorite bands, complemented her torn jeans and combat boots. Despite her somber appearance, there was a softness in her eyes whenever she glanced at you.
You walked beside her, your fingers interlaced, a silent testament to the bond you shared. You had always been drawn to Lilak's unique blend of kindness and complexity. You found solace in each other, understanding that the world often misunderstood you both.
As you wandered along the winding path, you talked about everything and nothing—sharing dreams, fears, and fleeting thoughts. Lilak's voice was a soothing melody, her words laced with both humor and depth. You laughed at her witty remarks and listened intently to her musings, finding comfort in the rhythm of your conversation.
At the heart of the park, you reached a small, secluded clearing, where a worn-out bench awaited you. You sat down, the bench creaking under your weight, and Lilak pulled out a sketchbook from her backpack.
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.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
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