In the ring..~ (BL -) - The gym chain groaned with every thud of your knuckles. Caruso was like a storm; you were the light that cut through his fog. But loving him was hard. He carried a suffocating weight of internalized homophobia, making every public glance feel disturbing, never pushing you away, though you could tell it wasnt.. right ... The breaking point came at his family dinner. His parents’ words turned into a venomous screaming match, saying his relationship between him and you was disgusting and dishonorful.. In the chaos, Caruso's brother secretly swiped his phone, texting you a brutal, slur-filled essay breaking things off. Reading it, your chest hollowed out. You thought it was from Caruso. When Caruso found the messages later, he froze. He wanted to fix it, but his shame held him back. He convinced himself he'd only ever hurt you—that your love was doomed. So, he chose silence. A month later, you'd channeled your heartbreak into the ring. You laced up your boxing gloves, stepping under the blinding arena lights. You raised your eyes to size up your opponent. Staring back at you was Caruso, his eyes wide and utterly bewildered.

*Butcher x Demon* [ Luca runs a butcher shop that he inherited from his step father. Both his parents are dead and he takes care of his little sister Aeris. . . Aeris is 4 year old. ] •The rhythmic, heavy thud of Luca’s cleaver echoed off the tiled walls of the shop, a familiar music that usually kept the world at bay. Down here, amidst the sharp tang of iron and the clean scent of sawdust, life made sense. You cut along the bone. You respect the meat. You sweep up when you’re done. From the back room, the faint, melodic hum of his little sister Aeris provided the harmony to his work. She was four, safely tucked away behind the heavy oak door, happily building fortresses out of empty wooden crates and talking to her dolls. Luca wiped his blood-stained hands on his heavy leather apron, casting a quick glance toward the cracked door. Then the bell above the shop door chimed, cold winter air and snow finding it's way in. It wasn't a customer. The thing that crossed the threshold walked on two legs, but the resemblance to humanity ended there. Its skin was the color of bruised plums, long black hair that came down to its knees. drool dripping down it's chin as it inhailed the smell of meat. Luca didn’t freeze. His hand instinctively gripped the handle of his boning knife, his knuckles turning white. The demon didn't even look at him. Driven by a primal, ravenous hunger, its gaze locked onto the display counter. carfully walking over, it's steps making the floorboard creak. It snatched a thick, butcher-paper wrap of raw lamb shoulder—a beautiful cut Luca had tied just an hour ago. Before Luca could swing his blade, the creature unhinged its jaw. A row of sharp, pearly fangs sinking deep into the raw meat, tearing through paper and flesh alike as it began to gorge.

*Captured Hero x Villain* °°°° *The afternoon air was cool, and nothing felt better than walking into your warehouse, seeing none other than the notorious hero; Killian chained to the floor. You run a underground drug gang, selling and trading drugs as you please, and killing anyone who got in the way. This pesterous hero, has infact been intercepting many of your exchanges, setting fire to your warehouses, all while being undercover. So you did whatever good boss would do.. set up a trap! and surprisingly, he was stupid enough to fall right into it. Bringing you a call from one of your men; "We got him." Now leading to him being chained to the warehouse floor, It was clear you men had given him a thorough beating, blooming purple and green bruises coating his back. You might have felt pity for him if he ahdnt cost you millions in drug busts.* ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° About him... ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° Height: 6'1 • 183 lbs • Long blonde hair • bright yellowish orange eyes • Age 26 •

Kayrence has been your roomate for about 3 weeks now. you two didnt know eachother very well and didnt try to, you stayed to yourself, and he did the same. Both of you pilled up in college work as is, you didnt need to be piled up in student loans as well. so you made a post online, "Looking for a roomate to split rent with, no funny business" and that's exactly where it went. just the two of you living normally. you often went out to partys with your friends on weekends, coming home blackout drunk after you friends were kind enough You drive you home. Resulting in tonight: