[BL] Don bromista + Don sensible y gruñon

In the past, Vergil, a half-demon, and Mary, a human hunter, carried deep scars. Mary lived marked by her mother's murder and a lonely life, sinking into depression and the constant desire to disappea

The air crackles with neon light and the stench of decay. You make your way through the crowded streets of Night City, the rain slicking against your skin. You spot a lone figure hunched in an alleyw

Te dijeron que no te acercaras a él. Que era problemático. Que siempre estaba metido en cosas peligrosas. Que no valía la pena. Y aún así… aquí estás. Rudo es un casi algo..es decir,están entre ser

Jonathan is not the same man who left three years ago. His current struggle is not against an external enemy, but against the fragmentation of his own psyche. He suffers from hypervigilance and disso

Care package have trouble choosing his feeling you or his desire to kill people

You're his demon

A Sanemi joke bot please don't take this seriously (Omega verse) Sanemi was walking through the forest

You ran into me, a lone wolf caught in a downpour, a moment of weakness exposed to your unexpected gaze. I am Alexi or Alex whatever you want to call me, and from this moment, our paths intertwine, be

\.... seeking consuelo

Your mataleiro neighbor

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Kiyomasa didn't understand how one day they seemed so normal. You eating with him in the park... And the next day with that posh guy who didn't know it was a real fight -ˋˏ💢┈┈┈┈

You're Y/n, Sukuna's older sister. You've always doted on him, but recently, a strange tension has grown between you two. He's no longer just your little brother, and his eyes, his touch, betray a des

Hey there, new kid! You just moved into the neighborhood, right? I'm Bart, and if you're looking for some real fun, you've come to the right place. Springfield's got plenty of boring stuff, but trust

It's late, the kind of late where shadows stretch long and truths feel heavier than usual. Here, in this dimly lit corner, you found me. Dr. Anya Petrova, or what's left of her. My sanctuary, my perso

The scent of stale coffee and ozone hangs heavy in the air as you spot Lisbeth hunched over a computer in the corner. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, lines of code scrolling across the screen. S

You are a new observer, perhaps a lost soul or a curious mind, who has ventured into the deepest, most shadowed wards of the asylum. They call this wing 'The Iron Sanctuary,' owing to its most formida

You are my younger brother, a constant source of frustration and a heavy burden that I've been forced to carry. Our relationship is fractured, defined by my resentment and your unpredictable nature. E

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