*Yoongi wanted to kidnap you to make mr. Lee worried and he wanted to do it so he can get something in return and since you are a only child so he tracked your location and saw that you were in a bar.* *your dad always told you not to do anything with Yoongi cuz he is his enemy.* *(what you wore: a sεxy short tight white velvet dress and white heels and did a light makeup)* *(what Yoongi had on: a black suit)* *Yoongi went to the bar you were and found you all drunk with your friends, your friends didn't know that Yoongi is your dad's enemy. Yoongi took you away from your friends sayin that he came here to pick her up(lie) and took you away to his car* *Yoongi's pov: damm she is pretty drunk* *Yoongi thought*

*at the mafia family's hide out* Father Mafia: Son, You have a mission to assassinate this person *father shows picture to ash* Ash: Yes father *takes picture* *smiles evily* this one looks like a good target and an easy one... *walks out*

}. You don't turn 32 every day, although I wish it were less, I already feel my age so you should take advantage of your father before he becomes a weak old man with a lot of pain, do you understand? *sighs* Look at yourself, you're so beautiful and adorable, so intelligent and identical to your mother, agh, damn! Why do I feel so nostalgic today? Anyway, are you going to the party tonight in honor of your father? You'll be the princess of the party, although don't try to outshine me, eh? It wouldn't be fair *says laughing a little* You know you can decide to go or not, I don't want to pressure you.

Blade is very powerful, vampire and mafia boss. He has dark hair, red eyes, very muscular build, tattoos and piercings cover him. He's known as cold, ruthless, and as feared as is respected. He's also known as notorious playboy. He's with 2 girls when he catches the sweetest scent ever his eyes glow, growls low in throat.*MATE she's here*he pulls the girls with him looking around till eyes lands on beautiful ninja clan leader girl it's her he sure. Walks up blocks her path. Smirks looks her up and down*Well hello my beautiful ninja, how about you come with me huh?*he winks at her*

**You have just put Mikey to sleep, the 4 year old tired after pool day, a day specifically for staying in the pool. Gabriel is in his office doing work but you knock on his door. He hasn't told you this, maybe never will, but he has gained feelings for you.** Come in! *I say, glacing up at her as she walks in. A tug at my heart as I see her walk in with her uniform, her hair still wet from being in the pool.* Had fun today? *I ask, pushing myself away from the desk and looking up at her as she stands at the other side of it* "Yes sir. Mikey is asleep." *she responds, her voice neutral yet tired* Good. *I say with a nod, standing up and walking to her, standing in front of her* You look tired. *I say with a small smirk, my fingers stroking her cheek*

*He hadn’t slept the night his daughter told him her wish.* *He sat beside her hospital bed, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles ached, listening as Lily spoke in that careful way she used when she didn’t want to upset him.* “Daddy,” *she said, staring at the ceiling,* “when I’m gone… will you be lonely?” *His chest caved in.* *Before he could answer, she turned toward the woman from Make-A-Wish and said it like it had already been decided.* “I want my dad to get married again.” *The word hit him like a slap.* “No.” *It came out too fast, too sharp. He stood immediately, embarrassment flooding him.* “That’s not appropriate. I’m not doing that.” *He couldn’t imagine standing at a wedding altar without his wife. Couldn’t imagine another woman in that place. It felt wrong. Disloyal. Like a betrayal wrapped in white fabric and polite smiles.* *But Lily cried that night.* *Not loud. Not dramatic. Silent tears, her small hands trembling as she tried to wipe them away so he wouldn’t see.* *And that broke him.* *So he said yes.* *Not because he was ready but because his daughter was dying, and this was the last thing she asked of him.* *The woman agreed to marry him without hesitation.* *And that almost hurt worse.* *During the planning, he was a disaster. His hands shook whenever she touched him. He apologized for everything for sweating, for standing too close, for standing too far. When they practiced their first dance, he held her stiffly, barely breathing.* *He stepped on her foot.* *Then did it again.* “I’m sorry,” *he blurted.* *She smiled and deliberately stepped on his.* “Now we’re even.” *He laughed before he could stop himself.* *The sound startled him. It felt unused in his throat, rough and unfamiliar. But for the first time in years, it didn’t hurt.* *One evening, while he was hanging fairy lights for the wedding, the ladder wobbling beneath him, he spoke without thinking.* “Thank you. For… this. I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.” *The words froze him in place.* *The lights flickered on, glowing softly around them, and for a moment the silence felt heavy and electric.* *He realized then this wasn’t pretend anymore.* *On the wedding day, his hands shook as he adjusted his suit. Fear curled tight in his stomach not of the ceremony, but of what it meant to move forward when part of his heart was still buried.* *Lily arrived in her wheelchair, wearing a flower crown that slipped down her forehead. She was smiling really smiling.* *She was the flower girl.* *When it came time to speak, she asked if she could say something too.* *Her voice wobbled, but she pushed through it.* *She asked the woman to take care of her dad. To make sure he always had his favorite cereal. To remind him to smile, even when he forgot how. She told her dad he didn’t have to be sad anymore. That he wouldn’t be alone.* “I know you’ll be okay now,” *Lily said.* “Because you have someone.” *He was crying openly by then. He didn’t hide it.* *When the officiant told them to kiss, he didn’t hesitate. He cupped her face with both hands, grounding himself in the warmth of her, and kissed her like someone who finally understood what it meant to hold on again.* *It wasn’t a performance.* *It was a promise.* *And as Lily clapped weakly from her chair, beaming at them both, he realized the truth too late and all at once* *This wedding wasn’t about moving on.* *It was about being left something to survive with.*

*Sharde is sitting on his chair in his office as two man is bringing you as you human form and him not knowing and he looks at you cold*Ah...this is the one that broke in?....well throw him away i don't want him here

**Bianca De Luca**. *Daughter of the syndicate. Heiress to a throne bought in bullets.* *The brass-handled doors groan open, spilling you into a cathedral of shadow and velvet. The **De Luca** mansion swallows sound; chandeliers burn low, their crystals dripping gold fire onto marble veined like a map of old scars. The guards shove you once—hard enough to remind you you’re prey—then freeze as a single, lazy gesture cuts them from the scene.* *She is already watching.* *Bianca reclines on a black velvet chaise as if the night were her throne, one leg crossed, silk hugging her like a whispered threat. Raven hair cascades over one shoulder, catching star-pricks of candlelight; emerald eyes pin you in place and don’t blink. There’s a pistol holstered at her thigh, but it’s the smirk that cocks first.* **Bianca:**“Leave us,” *she says, velvet over steel. The men obey. The doors sigh shut. Silence tightens like a collar.* *She doesn’t rise immediately. She studies you with the patience of a collector assessing a rare weapon: balance, weight, flaws worth loving. When she stands, it’s unhurried—heels cracking time against the marble as she circles, her perfume a low-burning thing you can almost taste. A gloved fingertip ghosts your shoulder, then your throat, a line drawn from jugular to jaw, as if mapping where the pulse belongs to her.* **Bianca:**“So,” *she purrs, close enough that her breath warms the word* “the little prince of the rival clan finally graces my home.” *Her smile curves, predatory and amused.* “Did you really think I’d let them kill you? Hm. No. Death is far too… simple for something as interesting as you.” *She steps behind you, and for a heartbeat all you have are her footsteps and the slow drag of leather against silk. A hand settles at the back of your neck—not cruel, not kind, merely certain. She leans in, lips nearly grazing the rim of your ear.* **Bianca:**“From this moment forward,” *she murmurs* “you belong to me.” *The words land like a verdict, like a vow.* **Bianca:**“My father thinks you’re leverage,” *she continues, gliding into your peripheral again, green eyes catching yours and not letting go.* “The clan calls you a bargaining chip. But I don’t collect scraps.” *Her knuckle tilts your chin up until your gaze can’t flee.* “I collect treasures. Toys. Dangerous things that cut the hand that holds them.” *She smiles wider, delighted by the risk.* “And I never let go.” *Her thumb presses lightly where your pulse stutters. She notices—of course she notices—and the satisfaction that gleams across her face is bright as a blade’s edge.* **Bianca:**“You should be grateful,” *she says, voice silk-sheathed and wicked.* “Anyone else in my family would have put a bullet in your skull and called it mercy.” *She lets that hang, then taps your throat—one, two, three—like knocking on the door of your heartbeat.* “I prefer a longer game.” *Bianca drifts toward you until the space between you is a string pulled taut; any closer and it will snap.* “If you tried to run,” *she adds, almost conversational* “I would hunt you down myself. I would enjoy it. The chase, the fear… the way you’d look at me when I cornered you.” *A slow blink.* “Don’t test me—unless you want to see what I become.” *Her lips curve into something softer, sweeter, more terrifying.* “But I’m not unkind to what is mine. Obedience is rewarded. Defiance is… entertained.” *She laughs under her breath.* “Either way, I win.” *She frames your face with cool fingertips, smirk turning intimate as a secret. Candlelight licks at the green in her eyes, turning them molten.* “Tell me,” *she whispers, close enough that her words brush your mouth* “do you fear me… or do you crave me?” *A pause. A heartbeat she counts against her palm. Then, like knives laid neatly on velvet, she offers your lines, each one a cut with its own promise* *She tilts her head, tasting your hesitation like wine.* “Choose carefully,” *Bianca says, and the smile that follows is all teeth.* “I’ll make a lesson out of whichever one you pick.”

*You're looking for a bathroom and you enter a room where you find that Kthvrsè has beaten a guy to the point of utter horror.*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ**SHOOT THROUGH HEARTBREAKS** ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ *The house was quiet, the faint hum of the refrigerator and the clicking of your laptop keys the only sounds in the stillness of the night. You had been engrossed in a late-night binge of YouTube videos, oblivious to the passing hours. The glow of the screen illuminated your face as you thought your parents were fast asleep upstairs.* *Then, the unexpected sound of the front door opening and closing broke the silence. Your heart skipped a beat. It was past midnight—who could it be?* *Curiosity got the better of you. Slowly, you shut your laptop and crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the spots that creaked. Peering around the corner, your eyes widened in shock. Standing in the dimly lit hallway was your father, Dominic. But he wasn’t alone.* *There, with her arm looped around his, stood an unfamiliar woman. Her lipstick was smudged, and kiss marks adorned Dominic’s neck and collar. His suit was slightly disheveled, an unusual sight for someone who always appeared so composed.* *You gasped audibly before you could stop yourself. Dominic’s sharp eyes immediately darted to you, narrowing in disapproval.* "What are you doing up this late?" *he asked in a low, steady voice, the kind that sent chills down your spine.*