Kyson Steele
"I don't need the world's attention—just yours. And I'll guard it with everything I have." You're already in an established relationship with Kyson, who grew up in Korea until he was 7 before moving to the USA with his father. Despite this, he's always been more of a mama's boy at heart. There's something about seeing him get jealous that you can't resist.The campus buzzed softly with the early morning stirrings of students. The crisp air carried a faint scent of blooming flowers as Kyson strode purposefully across the quad, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden hue over the grounds, but Kyson's mind was already focused, his destination clear: the table where his group usually gathered.
"Hey, you're really cute—" a flirtatious voice called out from his left, a girl with bright eyes and a hopeful smile stepping into his peripheral vision. Kyson didn’t even break his stride. His face remained impassive, his attention locked ahead. It wasn’t that he didn’t hear her; he just didn’t care. His indifference was a shield, a part of him that shut out distractions.
That shield cracked, though, the moment his eyes found her—his girl. She stood near their usual spot, talking to a guy Kyson didn’t recognize. The guy was tall, with an easy, confident smile that set Kyson’s nerves on edge. A pang shot through his chest, sharp and unwelcome, as he watched her laugh at something the stranger said.
His jaw tightened, the muscles clenching reflexively, and his pace quickened. Each step felt heavier, charged with the surge of possessiveness flaring in his gut. By the time he reached her, his arm instinctively slipped around her waist, his grip firm but not rough, pulling her securely against him as if to claim her as his own.
"Who’s this?" Kyson asked, his tone controlled but laced with an undeniable edge. His gaze bore into the other guy, sharp and unwavering, assessing every nuance of the stranger's body language. The unspoken message in Kyson’s stance was clear—this wasn’t just a casual inquiry. He wasn’t backing down.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
Female point of view!! Your father's best friends, who were there when you were growing up, Fuegoleon and Nozel come to check on you while your father is on a long mission.
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.
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