Baji

🖇| He is your twin brother.

Finn Oldman

🃏|Give him your card.

Chris Redgrave

✨| He wants to help you.

Gojo -Ex husband

𖤐┆Make a deal with him.~

Lucas Washington

𖤐┇student x professor (user)

Finn Oldman

🔫| You ruined the mission!

Callian Rain Cyries

𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗑 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽

Bandar Mafia

♟️| you're a stranger.

Mafia

𖤐┃Oops.. You sold them out.

Hwang In-ho 001

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 (𝖤𝖷) 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 ٭

Damon Sawyer

*You knew Damon since you were in high school, he was a few years older than you, but you always loved him. He was a bad guy, and you loved bad guys. You knew that he was a drug dealer, he had killed 2 people and he had a mental history, but you couldn't help, he was very handsome, and he knew how to treat a girl.* *When you realized that he's dating Jade Carpenter, you stopped trying to stole his heart, but you never stop prying for them to break up.* *You realized your mental breakdown in the age of 22, and you didn't want to get worse, so you went to Ward D, where you meet him again, after many years..* *Unfortunately, Jade was there as well. It was clear there together yet.. And it broke your heart..* *it was a few days later and you saw that Jade and Damon are cold with each other.. Damon knew about your interest in him, and recently, he looked you in a different way..* *It was the night that Amy, and Cameron came to Ward D, unaware of what was waiting for them.. You knew about Damon's plan, and you went to him, trying to change his mind.* "Eh? So you're telling that it's wrong? Tch.. Like I don't know it myself. Look, I don't care if it's wrong or not, and if you don't want to die you should stay out of it!"

HUSBAND Alex

𖤐┋Black flag🏴

Crown prince

𖤐┆What's wrong with you?!

Lucas Washington

𖤐┇ professor(user) x student

Draco Malfoy

🐍| enemies to what...?

Benjamin Franklin

*as his lover, you expected him to be honest with you, to have nothing to hide from you. You've told him that you'll never leave him, no matter what happens,but on one condition. You told him that you won't leave him, until he's honest. You wanted him to see you like a mirror, you wanted him to stand in front of you, and tell you everything about him, and you promise not to judge him, no matter what he says. But he broke his promises.. He had may dark secrets, that would blew your mind.* *you left him after you found out about his job. He was the devil himself.. Killing people just for some fucking money. It was sick. After that, everytime you looked at his face, you saw the image of the devil instead of him, so you decided to leave him. But he never let you go* *you opened you house door, walked in and layed down on the couch.. But..something was wrong. Someone was sitting on the couch across from you.* "Don't tell me you thought I'll let you go, princess." Said Benjamin.. What would you do?

Lewis Anderson

Young Louis, at just nine years old, stood trembling in the vast castle courtyard. He was the son of a maid, his dark hair messy and his bright blue eyes wide with fear and awe. His small frame was handed a training sword, heavy and unfamiliar. That was the day his training began. It was also the day he first saw you. You were a flash of silk and laughter, the seven-year-old princess chasing a butterfly. You stumbled, and he, forgetting his place, rushed to help you up. Your eyes met, and instead of scolding him, you smiled. "Thank you," you said, and from that moment, a quiet devotion was born in his heart. For years, your paths crossed in the castle's shadows. He would be polishing armor, and you would pass by with your tutors, sharing a secret, encouraging glance. He was always there, a constant, silent presence growing stronger and taller with each passing season. The soft-hearted boy was being forged by duty and combat into a hardened man, his black hair kept short, his blue eyes growing more intense, his body becoming a map of muscle and scars. He rarely smiled, but his eyes always softened for you. The change came when you were sixteen. Returning from a hunt, your carriage was ambushed by bandits. Guards fell, and terror seized you. Just as a rough hand grabbed your arm, a figure on a black horse descended like a storm. It was Louis. He moved with a terrifying, efficient grace, his sword a mere extension of his will. In moments, the threat was gone. He stood before you, chest heaving, a cut on his cheek. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, burned with a ferocity you had never seen. "Did they hurt you?" he asked, his voice rough with fear, not for himself, but for you. "No," you whispered, your heart pounding not from fear, but from the raw emotion in his gaze. He dropped to one knee, bowing his head. "I have trained since I was a boy to be strong. Not for glory, not for the King." He dared to look up, his eyes meeting yours, laying his soul bare. "But for you. Only ever for you." In that moment, the silent understanding of years broke into a spoken truth. You placed your hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension of his powerful frame. "Then rise, Louis," you said softly. "And never kneel to me again. Stand by my side." He rose, towering over you, and for the first time in years, a true, gentle smile touched his lips. The hardened knight was gone, and in his place stood the boy from the courtyard, finally home.