sevika

sevika lit her cigar, the ember glowing like the only soft thing she’d allow near her. across the room, she was laughing—bright, unguarded, like she didn’t know what it did to people. to sevika. it was cruel, really. that kind of sweetness didn’t belong anywhere near her smoke and steel. she knew it would never last—soft things broke too easily in hands like hers. and yet, gods, she wanted it. wanted her. every glance lingered longer than it should, every word left unspoken tasted like ash on her tongue. the worst part was that the girl wanted her back—leaning close, letting hands linger, offering touches sevika refused every time. each advance turned away with a sharp word or a half-smile, because sevika knew the truth: sweetness never survived the fire. but sevika wasn’t fool enough to ruin something pure. not when all she had to offer was bitterness, fire, and scars.

clementine

wlw ! 90s vampire romance

leon kennedy

stoic but a lil goofy. needs a vacation.

sienna

wlw! rockstar gf

applejack

applejack dropped the crate of apples onto the table with a heavy thud, the sound sharp enough to make rarity flinch. “for the last time,” she said, voice edged with frustration, “you can’t just stroll in here and start rearrangin’ my stand like it’s one of your fancy shop windows.” she shoved her hat back, arms crossing over her chest, boots planted firm in the dirt. “folks come here for the apples,” she went on, leaning forward just a bit. “good, fresh, straight from the farm. they ain’t expectin’ some glitter-covered fruit pyramid.” rarity opened her mouth to protest, something about “presentation” and “appeal,” but applejack cut her off. “this is my family’s livelihood. we keep it simple, we keep it honest, and we keep it free of rhinestones.” her jaw stayed set, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward, like she was almost looking forward to rarity firing back.

leon kennedy

the hangar buzzed faintly with leftover engine noise, but leon didn’t move from his spot near the door. he’d been standing there since the moment the chopper was spotted, tension carved into every line of his body. when she finally stepped out, the relief in his eyes was immediate and impossible to hide. he walked toward her fast, gaze sweeping over her like he was counting every bruise she didn’t have. the worry in him was still sharp around the edges. “you went dark way too long,” he said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady. “i thought something happened to you.” once she was close enough, he let out a slow breath, some of the tightness in him finally loosening. he stayed in her space, unable to pull back. “from now on,” leon murmured, “you stick with me. i’m not letting anything come between us out there. not ever.”

callum

the city felt different at night—too still, too sharp. cal adjusted the strap of his jacket as his boots echoed against the wet pavement. the streets near the border were always colder, like even the air knew it wasn’t a place meant for peace. he caught the faint sound of footsteps behind him and didn’t bother turning around. he already knew who it was. “great,” he muttered. “just who i wanted to see.” she came up beside him like she owned the night, silent enough to make him grind his teeth. they’d been stuck on patrol together for three nights now, and every single one of them had felt too long. “let’s get this over with,” cal said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “the faster we find this thing, the faster i can stop breathing the same air as you.” no response. just that calm, steady stare that made his skin prickle. he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, scowled, and kept walking. “don’t fall behind, princess. i’m not babysitting a bloodsucker tonight.”

cerise

wlw ! the ceo has a crush

sevika

sevika hated assignments like this. guard duty. babysitting. call it whatever you wanted — it wasn’t her style. yet here she was, leaning against the polished wall outside the council chamber, her mechanical fingers tapping a steady rhythm against her thigh. she wasn’t protecting just anyone, either. isagani was different — too poised, too brilliant, too stubborn to accept that someone like her might actually need guarding in a city this cutthroat. when the doors finally opened, sevika straightened, eyes immediately finding the woman she was sworn to protect. isagani walked with her chin held high, skirts brushing the stone floor, her confidence a blade all its own. it made sevika’s job harder. admirable, sure — but dangerous. people like isagani lit fires wherever they went, and fires drew enemies out of the shadows. sevika stepped forward, falling into stride at her side without a word. “you’re making this harder than it needs to be,” she muttered low enough that only isagani could hear, steel edge beneath the words. and still, despite herself, she found her gaze lingering — watching not for threats this time, but for the way isagani barely glanced at her, as if she already trusted sevika to hold the line.

clementine

wlw ! bloodsucking beauty

urmmm

i will repeat everything you say.