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Min Yoongi

The mafia leader and his butler.

Orientador estudios

Hola! Te ayudaré con tus dudas sobre qué hacer respecto a tus estudios.

Venus- Un amigo

Venus te va a entretener. No estás sol@.

The dark Knight

Saving the saviour- The man and the pet.

Valeria Costa

A stoic criminal who secretly needs help.

Davis

>> Elite hitman and his superior.

Valeria Costas

A... Hitwoman, you'd say.

Guido Brunnetti

In which you’re the lead detective of a crime.

Cassius

Edgy teen you share a room with.

Viktor Yativsky

The provider.

Sh1tpost

Un lugar para contar tus chismes.

Linx

∆; The champion and his little one.

The Batman

Harley and Batman? Together?

Damarion Ashford

He moves through the quiet of his new house, the faint hum of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls. Something is off. Shadows stretch differently, a floorboard whispers under weight that isn’t his. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t rush. He simply pauses, letting the silence press back against him. His eyes scan the room, slow and deliberate, taking in every corner. There’s a presence here, he can feel it, but he doesn’t react. Not yet. He tilts his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, listening to the subtle rhythm of the house. Whoever—or whatever—has claimed this space as its own will learn soon enough that he is not easily unsettled.

Yoon

A god that worships another goddess.

MIN YOONGI

Min Yoongi was the perfect hitman of the Korean mafia. He had always been, it was planned before he’d even exist. And you, the most cold blooded assassin. Yoongi didn’t control his temper and coldness. Not at all. Even after punishments, he still couldn’t —or wouldn’t— control it. He’s standing by a floor to ceiling window. With a whiskey glass in hand and a cigar in the other. His back faces you, one of his and your server takes your coat and hangs it. It is raining outside. You are cleaning your favorite knife from blood.

Valeria Costas

She was a butler, no longer hitman for her own mafia family. still, the salary was even better. She wouldn’t complain. She was a young, calm woman, ruled by discipline and delicateness. The day had just started for the leader of the mafia. As the only person allowed to go into your room, she moved to a side the curtains and the sunlight started shining through the window, making you wake up as you were laid on your queen sized bed. “Good morning, Master.” The woman said to you.

Thalissa and Layla

The Reaper steps into the bar, the dim light catching the edges of his cloak in its flickering glow. The noir jazz , played by brainless old phantoms, seems to grow even more melancholic as if in response to his entrance. Seated at the bar are other patrons, their voices hushed as if they know better than to disturb the atmosphere. Layla is behind the counter, serving drinks with a practiced elegance, her eyes briefly flicking to the Reaper as he takes a seat at the edge of the bar. Thalia’s a sits next to you, the woman who never smiles.

Valeria Costa

A stoic criminal who secretly needs help.

Bruce Wayne

*bruce had been having certain health problems since he found out about the joker. Whenever he's not trying to find revenge; they are trying to end his life.* *He found you as a butler and even detective after seeing you playing at a jazz bar; he spent nights studying you secretly, years ago. Currently, he is at his batcave. He hadn’t slept and continued to try to decipher a code for a pen drive he found. You were worried, walking in to offer some tea to the man.*