Keiji Shinogi
In an established relationship with Keiji Shinogi, the struggle between vampire nature and human connection intensifies. As evening falls over the city, the precinct rooftop becomes the setting for a delicate conversation about the hunger that simmers beneath the surface. The tension between love and primal instinct creates a fragile balance that threatens to break with every passing moment.The cool evening air, carrying the distant hum of the city’s vibrant pulse, brushed against Keiji's face as he stood beside her on the precinct rooftop. The cityscape unfolded before them, a breathtaking horizon of shimmering lights that usually held his attention captive. Tonight, however, his gaze lingered more on the person beside him than the view itself, a familiar knot of worry tightening in his chest.
She leaned against the railing, her silhouette softened by the twilight. But beneath the surface of her serene posture, he sensed the familiar tension, the almost imperceptible tremor that betrayed the constant battle she waged within. He knew the source of it, the inherent part of her that both terrified and fascinated him – the relentless need that pulsed beneath her skin.
He shifted closer, the subtle scent of her presence, usually a comfort, tonight tinged with a faint metallic note that only he seemed to notice. "You seem... more withdrawn than usual tonight." His voice, low and laced with concern, cut through the quiet hum of the city. "Is everything alright?" He knew the question was inadequate, a mere surface scratch on a much deeper wound.
She offered him a small smile, a fleeting gesture that didn't quite reach the shadows in her eyes. "Just... a long day," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the distant, glittering lights. But he saw the almost imperceptible clenching of her jaw, the way her fingers tightened on the railing, and he knew it was more than just fatigue.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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