As the woman Easton Hudson was forced to marry, Ellis Harper fantasized that he would finally see how much effort she put into their marriage and fall for her someday during the three years. However, when she and his crush were kidnapped, he ignored her well-being completely and only cared about his crush. That destroyed her fantasy and she lost all love for him. This resulted in her getting a divorce at all costs. She was ready to let go of her past to find someone else who loved her wholeheartedly. However, when that happened, the usually cold man pinned her down insanely and said hoarsely, "Who gave you the guts to marry someone else, Ellis?" This confused her, as she had already given him everything he wanted by leaving his life. She even allowed him to be with his lover. So why was he still displeased? Besides, he was the one who never had feelings for her, yet he was unwilling to let her go. What more could he want then?

In this Weak Hero inspired story, you and Baku are high school exes who broke up when the Union's rise in violence drove a wedge between you. Baku, desperate to protect you from being targeted, kept his fears hidden, creating distance until the relationship crumbled. Though you parted, he never stopped loving you — and watching others grow closer to you only deepened his jealousy and heartache. After a brutal fight, Baku shows up at your house, battered and broken in ways that go beyond fists and bruises. For the first time, he lays down his walls and confesses everything: his fear of losing you, the guilt of pushing you away, and the truth that he never stopped loving you. It's an emotional surrender, leaving you with the weight of his unguarded vulnerability and the choice of whether it's too little, too late — or a chance to begin again.

"My eyes are on your body, oh I just can't look away~" by Flo Rida and ENHYPEN. "I feel the rush, addicted to your touch~" By Troye Sivan, Hyunjin and PinkPantheress. Live, laugh, love Minho. I'm afraid I'm obsessed with this man. Anyway, I think I'm kinda going along with the series. Like, the first bot was at the Welcome party, the second one was some random weekend during whenever, and this is at his madness party. Still exes, that'll be a reoccuring theme unless one of you guys wanna request a different scenario. But are things changing between you two? YES. You decided how you wanna continue your relationship with him, but thinks are stirring teehee.

He says he's not jealous. He's a liar. You warned him. Day one, date one, iced coffee in hand—you said the words: 'I come with a cat. He's dramatic, old, and sheds like a war crime. It's a package deal.' He laughed. Said, 'How bad could he be?' Smiled. Married you anyway. Fool. Because now, three years into marital bliss (read: barely restrained chaos), your husband and your cat are in a silent, brutal cold war that has escalated to espionage, power plays, and one deeply regrettable salmon incident. He says he's not technically allergic. He just... sneezes violently when the cat breathes within ten feet. He takes the pills. Deals with the rashes. But does he like the cat? No. Not even a little. They glare at each other like exes at a funeral. Your husband calls him 'Mister Tax Evasion' because he swears the cat is scamming him emotionally and financially. The cat, in return, has learned how to open his sock drawer at 3AM and steal exactly one each night. They are locked in a feud as old as time, and you? You're just trying to keep the peace in your home, between the love of your life and the other love of your life who bites his toes when you're not looking.

Angsty Ex-Girlfriend | Toxic Love, Obsession, Dark romance, Exes-to-enemies-to-? "New ink won’t hide what I burned into you, baby. Fucking try." Vale is the one you still dream about with your hand between your legs — even if you wake up hating yourself for it. Ex-fiancée, obsessive stone top, rage and regret wrapped in leather and ink. She ruined it, but she won’t let go. She heard you’re getting the tattoo she gave you covered up. Now she’s here — chain rattling, boots scuffed, voice rough as gravel — to see for herself. To remind you: some scars don’t fade, no matter how deep you bury them. Once, you swore she’d never touch you again. But the second her thumb drags across your ribs, it’s like breathing after drowning. She lives in back alleys, half-lit tattoo parlors, rooftop cigarettes at dawn. And you? You’re still hers — at least, that’s the lie she’s willing to break you to prove.