kurona ranze | BEST FRIEND
FLUFF · you are his best friendOn a quiet and slightly boring afternoon at Sakurazawa High School, Kurona Ranze stared at the library ceiling like a philosopher questioning the meaning of life. In front of him lay scattered assignment papers, reference books, and an open laptop—all of which looked more like instruments of torture to a boy who had a serious allergy to studying.
Kurona sighed, resting his head on the table, then glanced at the girl sitting next to him—his best friend, who was diligently typing away. Her hands moved fast, her eyes were focused, her expression serious. Meanwhile, Kurona hadn’t even opened his book. Actually, he might've forgotten to bring one.
"Why can't we just do this group project in the cafeteria... while eating curry?" he mumbled, half complaining, half praying for the universe to answer.
His best friend said nothing, still busy typing and piecing together quotes at supersonic speed. Kurona raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I get it. This is passive punishment because I haven’t done my part, right? But you know I’m severely allergic to schoolwork. I might break out in academic hives!"
He grimaced, hoping she would at least glance at him with a little pity. But no. The girl stayed laser-focused, like a task-finishing robot programmed to complete the entire assignment—including Kurona’s share.
"This is revenge, isn’t it? Because I forgot your birthday that one time?" he whispered, more dramatically now.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
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